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Enraged, nauseated by this tasteless dictator cosplay headed to town

Here are some texts I got from an immigration lawyer friend of mine. Shared with permission. Some of the bleakest shit I’ve ever heard.

Imagining Elon gorging mountains of cocaine like Tony Montana at the end of Scarface to prepare for a weekend of bitchy little breakup tweets.

We all knew that Trump and Musk's sordid alliance was going to end in this petulant, loud, and stupid way. Now the end is here, and there's no avoiding exposure to it, which I find deeply fucking irritating.

My very favorite Morris pattern 💆🏼‍♀️

That's right, queen. (Love the NPG — from all appearances, it's under the right leadership.)

Not trying to put on a tinfoil hat, but I’m beginning to suspect that a few of America’s more literate overlords read “Harrison Bergeron” in AP English and thought to themselves, “hmm seems good.” Thus, all these rancid generative AI programs, which are gradually turning brains into cheese.

no more posting about any of those “writing routines of famous writers” unless it’s Edmund White’s

I'll say this: the Dems' commitment to political uselessness has grown so extreme, it almost looks like performance art.

Update: My DMs are bursting with feverish agreement. You little freaks. 😛

I think that when you turn 40, you should receive a comprehensive list of everyone who has ever had a crush on you up until that point in your life. No matter if the crush lasted one hour, while the crusher was inebriated; it goes on the list. (I'm turning 40 on the 13th.)

New kenning, compliments of the three-and-a-half year old: a highway service station is a “potty store”

Lord forgive me, I bought a pair of pedal pushers.

I haven’t used AI to write any of the stuff I’ve published but I think AI might be using me. If that makes sense.

Good for sure, although I continue to feel insane over this protracted definitional litigation. So much gnashing of teeth, so many profoundly bad faith accusations, and all because so many of us have borne witness to what is happening, and dared to describe it with the most accurate term.

…the space rock?

bewildered + big mad

It’s just now clicking that my 40th birthday lands on Friday the 13th (in June, there’s still time to buy me a gift). Will I turn into a witch or…???

oh my god can u imagine!!!

At 9 p.m., my 3.5 year old emerged from his bedroom, armed with three ukuleles (yes, three, don't ask). Love him though I do, this was not a welcome sight.

So proud of my wildly talented friend!!

From the moment my son was born I realized that loving him would always be inextricable from the fear of harm befalling him. What Palestinian parents are being made to endure is the most inhumane torture, and history will judge us accordingly.

The soft animal of my body also hates this.

Everything about this is a tragedy, every level, from cheated freelancers to authors obscured to readers who don’t get served either.

I’m surely not the only one who wishes Douglas Adams were here to comment on the ChatGPT of it all. Maybe it would be a useful time for an Adamsissance.

You can’t whimsy your way out of this one, guy.

Whole Foods played both “Girl,” by Beck and “I Turn My Camera On,” by Spoon. So, that means…whatever it means.

The current administration is deporting toddlers with Stage 4 cancer. At this point, I do not give a FUCK about Joe Biden's Swiss cheese brain.

Absolutely grotesque. So much suffering across this country, in Gaza, in Sudan, and the government spends millions to coddle this evil fool’s ravenous ego. Truly disgusting priorities for a country to possess.

Would be the largest visible military presence in the District since the miserable couple weeks between January 6 and Biden’s inauguration. A genuinely terrifying time to live on Capitol Hill, by the way. Luckily the voters of America decided none of that mattered.