Susan Orlean takes us behind her drunken Twitter whirlwind — and the wild responses
Quarantine cocktail hour(s) rule No. 1: Don't put the stool softener next to the Tylenol.
But let's back up.
Susan Orlean went on a bit of a bender Friday night. The author and New Yorker staff writer, who doesn't typically drink heavily, was fed up - with COVID-19, the grim economy, Ruth Bader Ginsburg being back in the hospital and the lack of suitable candy on hand. Among other things. Wine seemed an appropriate response. Lots of it.
Fueled by several glasses of a light, summery rose, Orlean turned to her iPhone and, lured by the flickering backlight of an empty Twitter field, she went on an inebriated, comical rant, waking Saturday morning to find - along with a raging headache - that she may have won quarantine-era Twitter.
Orlean sent 27 entertaining, if typo-infused, tweets (read: "I do r e we. Know
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