A Year in Reading: Edan Lepucki
by Edan Lepucki
Dec 02, 2017
3 minutes
The last couple of months or so, I’ve taken a break from the Internet—or as much as I’m able to. Writing this piece feels a bit like yelling to you from across an enormous canyon filled with photos of latte art and babies and feminist slogans etched across coffee mugs in millennial pink. There is despair, too, and hourly screeds. There is so much suffering. Every day there is another story about a powerful man “asking” for a massage, or for a date, or if he can masturbate in front of you. There are Twitter rants’s death. Are there? I don’t know because I haven’t checked. It feels good not to know.
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