Helen Rosner

I never really connected with fandom as a concept, but I think about how obsessed I am with my 4-year-old daughter, who is the funniest coolest cleverest most complex and most fascinating person who’s ever existed, and I’m like wow okay is this sort of how some people feel about Taylor Swift?

This week I wrote about Good Time Country Buffet, an East Village replica of a turn-of-the-millennium southern country buffet—so freakishly faithfully rendered, so uncanny in its simulacrum, that it kind of breaks the mechanism by which we judge restaurant quality www.newyorker.com/culture/the-...

Featuring cameo appearances by Christoph Büchel, Pliny’s painted grapes, and two apple-dumpling older ladies for whom I would frankly lay down my life. Mostly, though, it’s VERY good AYCE fried chicken and sweet tea in a spectacularly brown room. www.newyorker.com/culture/the-...

You cannot even imagine the galaxy-brain off-label shit we get up to in the rosacea community. We’re buying oral-dose horse dewormer at Tractor Supply and rubbing it on our faces. We’re using Afrin on the *outsides* of our noses. We’re putting eye drops in places you’ve never even heard of.

Ok I just want to time-check that it’s been about 110 minutes since this post, and we’re only now getting the first clutch of people who are very angry at me because they believe me to be saying exactly the opposite of what I’ve written

Whether or not ppl cutting off their parents is an actual phenomenon (is it, really?) or just clicky outrage bait, anti-estrangement is a paternalistic, socially regressive position — it’s so similar to being anti-divorce that the two are virtually indistinguishable.

Obviously the pain of being cut off is real! But I guess I don’t understand why the social crisis is their pain—the phenomenon’s upshot—when the real crisis is clearly the phenomenon’s cause: parent-led parent-child relationships that the child finds intolerable.

Whether or not ppl cutting off their parents is an actual phenomenon (is it, really?) or just clicky outrage bait, anti-estrangement is a paternalistic, socially regressive position — it’s so similar to being anti-divorce that the two are virtually indistinguishable.

As with anti-divorce arguments, the underlying premise here is that any explicit break in the family is a grave moral violation. And the underlying premise *there* is that some family members get to be immune to consequence, and others are prevented from complaint. Imagine defending that!

Whether or not ppl cutting off their parents is an actual phenomenon (is it, really?) or just clicky outrage bait, anti-estrangement is a paternalistic, socially regressive position — it’s so similar to being anti-divorce that the two are virtually indistinguishable.

It is fascistic and misogynistic and honestly also pretty embarrassing to argue that familial relationships should be the moral exception to freedom of association!

Skill issue sorry

Actually no! The food is generally the least important part of our satisfaction calculus. Emotion, convenience, social connection, community (real or perceived)—all can outweigh mediocre or even terrible food. Regardless, I didn’t say the food is not very good. I said the restaurant is.

Is this your notebook?? It mysteriously appeared in my tote bag. No personal info but the owner seems to live in Brooklyn and is outlining/researching a novel — I’d love to return it to you!

Nicol Trowbridge, my angry idiot hormone-addled oratory son, fully one of the best tv characters of all time

It’s a fucking trip to start watching The Diplomat if you, like me, have spent the last few years listening to the Hawthorne & Horowitz audiobooks

I’ve been wondering why everyone I professionally interact with keeps referring to me by an outdated job title and it turns out (1) I have a Wikipedia page i forgot about and it’s wrong, and (2) I have a personal website I forgot about and it’s wrong too

Also I absolutely do not know how to change either of these things

One of the things I love love love about getting older is that so many of my things got older with me. I love that I’ve had my dishes and flatware for over a decade. I love that my living room rug has been with me for 20 years. I love that my winter coat has seen so many winters.

The three Flavors are whipped cream, roast chicken gravy, and Cold Can Of Sprite. All other flavors and all foods are simply combinations of or aspiring to achieve these three true Flavors.

After much observation, I have concluded that the brunette hundred-thousandaire IVF moms of brownstone Brooklyn are all wearing ass-accentuating brown barrel-cut trousers with slightly shrunken royal blue sweaters