Nothing between the ears

I'm bored.

I want to start today’s post by putting my money where my mouth is. We here at Coffee Order HQ donated the revenue of paid subscriptions from January-February to the Immigrant Law Center of Minnesota!

This will help ongoing legal initiatives for people displaced or detained during the raids last month. Thank you to everyone who donated. While it may be out of the news cycle, there’s still a lot of work to be done.

Speaking of work to be done, I’d like people to start doing some.

I sit here today to write this Friday-edition Coffee Order, grasping at straws to make something worth your $5 a month subscription.

$5 isn’t a lot—a point I’ve driven home to you all many times. It’s cheaper than this airport water bottle:

But I’m extremely flattered you would pay anything at all to read the nonsense I have to say.

Nothing happening in the cultural zeitgeist is interesting to me right now because it’s being force-fed to me at volumes unpleasant to my digital palette. I was interested in Clavicular before GQ. I was interested in CBK before everyone wanted a tortoiseshell headband (and if you need a Vogue article to tell you where to buy one, I need you to wake up). I don’t care about “maxxing” or “aura farming”.

I wrote two whole posts before this one that I scrapped. Maybe they will see the light of day, but it just felt stupid. One was about Rebecca Minkoff, the other about people liking Carolyn Bessette because she was mean, not because she was stylish. I don’t even believe that statement, and no one really cares about Rebecca Minkoff. Why can’t I enjoy the hobo bag I found in my mom’s basement without having to dissect her “lore” to all of you? At the cost of $5 a month?

Emily Sundberg recently wrote that Substack is boring her. This fatigue is becoming increasingly more popular on my feed, especially for people who don’t live in New York or LA, and don’t want to read about Dimes Square or Erewhon or Chez Margot.