Bridget Phetasy

My coping mechanism has been the same for decades: laughter, cynicism and mocking irreverence

‘For four years I’ve woken up in my Brooklyn apartment, heart heavy with the knowledge that I am living under the tyrannical rule of a madman’

Almost every Democrat voting for Trump has a story about being ostracized, shamed or losing a friend

I’m a slave to my online persona. And she’s a slave to the algorithm, and we must feed the algorithm

Social media brings out the worst in us because the algorithm rewards us for being tribal, divisive and emotional

Just because politics took the movement and made it toxic, doesn’t mean we can’t take it back

What if it never works again? What if our infrastructure is finally collapsing? What if this is it?

Why am I so hungry? Oh because it’s noon and I’ve been on Twitter for four hours

If I’m honest with myself, Twitter is the most hardcore addiction I have and it’s also the one that robs me of the most productivity

How stubbornness became the coronavirus’s biggest ally

I learned it’s frowned upon to say things like Christmas carols make me want to blow my brains out

Are none of my rich white woman brands safe from the Orange Man?

Let’s not forget the true victims of the tragic fire: Instagram influencers

Vaccines are violence