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An editor’s com­pan­ion to today’s issue of The Tone.
Hypo-Hyno­hypocrisy and some very bad mojo. 
 
From whence Kevin, The First came, and Til­da Swin­ton gro­cery shopped; where tires are burned, and golf is for­got­ten…
 
THAT is where we shall meet our end.
We’ve no idea how to help this coun­try, any­more, but we do know how to whip up a mean email, so we’re gonna… stick to that.

Us

If you’ve got 60 sec­onds to spare,
you could do us a big favor by com­par­ing the beta of a fresh­ened col­or palette (live on the pub­lic test serv­er until 10AM CST tomor­row) with the now year-old pur­ples you’re see­ing before vot­ing how ya swing on this poll and/or shar­ing your feed­back at any time in the Hole chan­nel on our Dis­cord.
 
It may seem awful­ly pet­ty, but you’d be sur­prised by the pow­er a few months of a col­or one hex row off can wield on your entire per­cep­tion, though we’ve looked at the site far too much - all we need are a few fresh pairs of eyes to tell us how we’re doing.
 
A wet, slimy, greasy chain would be hard­er to hold onto than a leather belt.”
 
The Office was final­ly men­tioned on The Movie Clos­et, and guess who it was that brought it up?(Or just go see for your­self - in Spank­trav­i­sion.)
 
“How bliss­ful­ly igno­rant those kayak­ers were, going about their pad­dling busi­ness, unaware of the hulk­ing met­al appa­ra­tus under their entombed low­er body.
 
In The Truth About Kayaks, our own K.I. - Ace Prose Haunt of the North - recount­ed her har­row­ing recent expe­ri­ence with urban kayak­ing and her shock­ing encounter with a mys­te­ri­ous unknown enti­ty called The Gear. (Rumor has it that she pound­ed out the entire piece in less than 25 min­utes.)
 
I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again, but it’s no mat­ter because we cel­e­brat­ed two birth­days:
Leu Leu’s, with a spe­cial front­page con­tain­ing all of her one-of-a-kind words, along with Nina’s, by revis­it­ing our one-on-one Drycast inter­view from ages ago + a few of her oth­er pod­cast expe­ri­ences, over the years.

Them

Man­age­r­i­al lib­er­al­ism is doing what any super­ego must under severe stress: con­tin­ue, against all hope, to assert con­trol.”
 
The Los Ange­les Review of BooksEmmett Rensin echoed his recent, well-titled essay, The Blath­er­ing Super­ego at the End of His­to­ry, with anoth­er seething front-page mono­logue for The Out­line on the dire state of the left and the deep­en­ing trails of its hem­or­rhag­ing dig­ni­ty as it strug­gles in mount­ing frus­tra­tion to com­bat Tump on any ground, under vir­tu­al­ly any terms.
 
◍ When the ghouls return… I am wor­ried that the Amer­i­can left already in a posi­tion more pre­car­i­ous than it cares to admit will find itself in a fight far more dif­fi­cult than the one it faces right now.”
 
But the dark­en­ing” of it all promis­es a purg­ing, albeit tedious, thank­less, and far from roman­tic.
 
It is only in this cri­sis that cit­i­zens raised in the heart of our empire have become the least bit amenable to rad­i­cal solu­tions. It is only in this cri­sis that the dull cen­trists have let slip their total monop­oly on the pos­si­ble, and admit­ted that more rad­i­cal solu­tions exist at all.”
 
The real war is on idio­cy, then, and Tump - though still a cen­ter­piece in its crest - is idi­ot­ic with more nuance than any of us could’ve seen com­ing.
 
After 30 years of mar­riage, your high-school boyfriend might sud­den­ly seem like a good option again.”
 
If you’ve got a strong stom­ach for taste­less, inel­e­gant dri­v­el, I guess you can pro­ceed to this New York Post piece that vague­ly orbits the top­ic of mil­len­ni­al adul­tery, but the excerpt from psy­chol­o­gy pro­fes­sor Jean M. Twenge’s upcom­ing book found on The Atlantic is a vast­ly supe­ri­or pre­sen­ta­tion of the authority’s data & indi­vid­ual con­ver­sa­tions in her inves­ti­ga­tion of the smartphone’s cul­tur­al and devel­op­men­tal con­se­quences.
 
Across a range of behaviors—drinking, dat­ing, spend­ing time unsu­per­vised— 18-year-olds now act more like 15-year-olds used to, and 15-year-olds more like 13-year-olds.”
 
Her find­ings are sup­port­ive in con­clu­sions that near­ly any observ­er - now regard­less of demo­graph­ic, essen­tial­ly - wouldn’t be sur­prised to arrive upon in con­jec­ture or silent judge­ment to such a degree that the lan­guage is alto­geth­er cer­tain, bewil­der­ing, and devoid of excep­tion. (Not­ed sim­ply for the rar­i­ty of the instance.)
 
Teens who spend more time than aver­age on screen activ­i­ties are more like­ly to be unhap­py, and those who spend more time than aver­age on non­screen activ­i­ties are more like­ly to be hap­py. There’s not a sin­gle excep­tion. All screen activ­i­ties are linked to less hap­pi­ness, and all non­screen activ­i­ties are linked to more hap­pi­ness.”
 
What’s not com­mon­ly occurred to us all, I think, is just how over­whelm­ing the tech­nol­o­gy crit­ics’ major­i­ty is. The num­ber of those younger technophiles (in the lit­er­al use of the term) who claim to wish osmo­sis with the dig­i­tal world’ who’d actu­al­ly be down for a BMI or two is quite small, in my expe­ri­ence, and there’s still a plen­ty of nat­ur­al, inescapable zest in even the least healthy child­hoods - I nev­er doubt­ed that kids would begin to ques­tion the inevitable results of missed devel­op­ment, inde­pen­dent of sci­ence.
 
I saw hope­ful signs that kids them­selves are begin­ning to link some of their trou­bles to their ever-present phone.”*
 
Yes, lis­ten to me no more, but it’s an essen­tial read - focus on the data and real­ly give it a chance.
 
A study in vul­ner­a­bil­i­ty might pre­pare you for the sto­ry of Danielle Allen’s cousin and the price he had to pay for three strikes.”
 
As for Media Meta, The Flood’s upcom­ing launch is par­tic­u­lar­ly intrigu­ing.
 
An online pub­li­ca­tion that sits at the con­flu­ence of rad­i­cal pol­i­tics and root­ed spir­i­tu­al­i­ty.”
 
The War Horse doesn’t fuck around, the Wall Street Jour­nal has cer­tain­ly had bet­ter quar­ters, but Patre­on is gain­ing cul­tur­al momen­tum & rel­e­vance, final­ly - enough for a nice big page-top­ping insid­er with cus­tom art on The Verge, at least, despite my just now hear­ing that its CEO — Jack Con­te — is the Pom­plam­oose guy???!!!!
(Dis­clo­sure: Extra­tone uses Patreon’s ser­vices for sub­scrip­tions.)
 
WANTED: Reck­less, Bit­ter, Pos­si­bly-Sui­ci­dal Old Mon­ey,
Will­ing to Blur Lines.

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Every Sun­day,
The Tone aggre­gates paths to the most rel­e­vant con­ver­sa­tions of the week
 
in a
 
super-digestible newslet­ter
with inter­nal and exter­nal links to our pre­ferred con­tent.


Extra

⌾ As far as I’m con­cerned, Nug’s pho­to­shoot is One Hun­dred Per­cent break­ing, life-chang­ing news.
 
⌾ I saw The Beguiled in the­aters and I’d rec­om­mend you enjoy you hate­ful bitch­es” via the trail­er, and leave it at that - it’s just about the only valu­able moment in the whole film.
 
⌾ If you enjoy read­ing ear­ly-morn­ing Twit­ter rants regard­ing the per­cep­tion of media in the gen­er­al pub­lic and acad­e­mia, for what­ev­er rea­son, have a go.
 
⌾ It’s been brought to my atten­tion that some of you still haven’t been exposed to farm­ing memes, but all meme imagery and sim­i­lar con­tent is barred from Extra­tone by our styleguide, so you’ll just have to trust the link. (You real­ly should.)