I cannot come up with a cutesy headline
2024-12-04
Bridget Ziegler is many things: co-founder of the far right group Moms for Liberty (ugh), a Sarasota School Board member, and generally an ultra-conservative terror wreaking havoc on the marginalized people of Florida. She is also — maybe! — bisexual.
That latter revelation comes to us courtesy of a weird and honestly pretty gross Miami Heraldpiece that surfaces details of a threeway relationship between Ziegler, her husband Christian, and an unnamed woman from… a rape claim filed by the unnamed woman against Christian Ziegler.
Hi, welcome back to Mixed Messages! This week I’m speaking to author and columnist Raven Smith, who is of mixed Jamaican and white British heritage. Raven is a Vogue columnist and the author of Raven Smith’s Trivial Pursuits and Raven Smith’s Men, both full of insightful cultural commentary and Raven’s trademark incisive wit. I was excited to speak to Raven after reading his powerful article in The Guardian, titled ‘My dad said I wasn’t black enough.
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Why have I ever dressed “sexy” in public? Why have I worn anything body-conscious, revealing, and flashy?
Is it possible I was dressing only “for me”? Would I dress this way if no one else could see me?
Hi, welcome back to Mixed Messages! This week I’m speaking to brewer and author Jaega Wise, who is of white British and Trinidadian and Tobagonian heritage. Jaega has landed the title of Brewer of the Year twice as the Head Brewer at Wild Card Brewery and was also named one of the 10 most influential women in food by Waitrose. She’s also the author of Wild Brews: The craft of home brewing, from sour and fruit beers to farmhouse ales.
I feel bad about my nose
2024-12-04
I remember the first time I ever realised there was something ‘wrong’ with my face. More specifically, with my nose. I was 11 and on holiday with my family in Cornwall. There was a mirrored wardrobe opposite another large mirror. This hall of mirrors abruptly revealed my profile to me for the very first time. I was stunned; my nose had a rather sizeable bump on it. I couldn’t believe I’d been walking around with it for all those years.
I go back to December all the time
2024-12-04
’Tis the season, right? The season for all of the end-of-year emails, the annual best-of lists, the holiday planning (more thoughts on that here), and of course, the Spotify Wrapped of it all.
(According to mine, I listen to a lot of Taylor Swift, which we knew. It also reminded me of a very Encanto-heavy January, when Annie’s school shut down for an entire month, and we were home, working and parenting and bringing true meaning to “Surface Pressure.
I Got Busted for Stealing a Car
2024-12-04
One of the techniques I used to write Late Admissions was to set up “interviews” with myself. I would talk about my life with my editor, Mark Sussman, and we would record the conversations. The transcripts became the basis for the book, but we also have over 60 hours of recordings. We’re going to release some of them—curated, edited, and produced by my creative director, Nikita Petrov—and this is the first batch.
I Got Engaged! - by Andrea Gibson
2024-12-04
Hello Wonders,
In case you didn’t hear the news, Meg proposed to me! I’m officially engaged. My middle initial is F and I’ve not stopped referring to myself as Andrea Fiancé Gibson. I have a ring to prove it. I have a YES the size of infinity to prove it. Of all the ways I imagined Meg and I would get engaged, I never imagined her being the one to get down on one knee and asking for my hand.
I gotta find peace of mind
2024-12-04
I gotta find peace of mind
See, this what that voice in your head says
When you try to get peace of mind
I gotta find peace of mind
I gotta find peace of mind
He says it's impossible, but I know it's possible
He says it's impossible, but I know it's possible
He says there's no me without him
Please help me forget about him
He takes all my energy, trapped in my memory