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Inside the cult of Equinox

Scratch the surface of Silver Age Rome and what do you find? Most likely, a tight subterranean vault built as a meeting room for the followers of Mithras. This Persian mystery cult was everywhere in the early Anni Domini, coming to prominence between the decline of Hellenism and the rise of Christianity, filling that gap between the gods of Olympus and the God of Moses. The cult’s dark temples, the Mithraea, squeezed devotees into opposing benches designed to make them uncomfortable, all while in communion with their fellow initiates. Today, sociologists might call a Mithraeum a “third place.” Here was the kind of space where Roman men who had become disillusioned with Jupiter Stator could go between work and home to be purified together in a shower of bull’s blood.

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How to baffle the boycott brigade

The march to war! The beat of keyboards resounded across the land as thousands of our brave xirs in black answered their nation’s call to arms last weekend. They were men, women, and miscellaneous, briefly leaving behind all the comforts of a boozy brunch or Saturday morning Etsy shopping spree in order to defend democracy against fascism at whatever the cost. Flabby in body but firm in spirit, prepared to conquer any obstacle in their path, this civilian army, joined by the fearless allies in Hollywood led by General Chrissy Teigen arrived at the Twitter front to defend our way of life from Hospitaliano! axis forces.

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Equinox? More like Equinazi

There's no room for weakness when you're fighting for your life. And that's exactly what I remember when I wake up at 10am, unable to soothe my grogginess with a Venti Mocha Latte. How could I participate or contribute to a company that hates black people and loves police brutality? The same is true for all of us in the #Resistance. That latte would be nice, but not as nice as ending white supremacy. I try to remind myself that no sacrifice is too great when fighting against a man who is literally Hitler. Yet it turns out I have to sacrifice even more than Starbucks. More than Uber, Kanye's Sunday Service and Coachella which I've also had to painfully let go of in the struggle against the forces of evil. The week began with me losing my Bible, The New York Times.

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