Success? | Issue 47 | n+1 | David Wingrave
I came to him late — I was a 26-year-old MFA student by the time I opened a copy of 1978’s Success. By the end of page one, I was text-my-friends-level stunned.
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I came to him late — I was a 26-year-old MFA student by the time I opened a copy of 1978’s Success. By the end of page one, I was text-my-friends-level stunned.
Deep in the product reviews for a pair of $15 gray sweatpants, one commenter writes, bafflingly: “I love these grey sweatpants ever since i received them out of the shein package. They go with almost everything and nice and baggy on my body. The color is easy to wash and can go with coloreds and whites which is very helpful in laundry.” Below, three photos are attached. They show three different women in three different pairs of pants, none of which match the product listing.
Those of us opposed to the vision of Rufo and Walsh ought to ask why the right wing is so scared of the political power of organized teachers — scared to the point that they have organized their movement leaders into blaming teachers unions for kids coming out as trans.
I remember learning NOBA in the eighth grade, where it was always the perfectly empty, emphatic solution for a sentence in a too-short paragraph.
Nine hundred, 1,000, 1,500, 1,800, 2,600, 3,500, 4,600, 5,000, 5,900, 6,500. The fatality figures, with which no one can keep up, are augmented every few hours with another twenty here and thirty there as this building or that is brought down in a cataclysmic burst of fire, smoke, and rubble. Three or four hundred people — or more — are being killed every day.