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Marissa Zappas is a perfumer, scent designer, and poet based in New York City. Her approach to perfumery merges her background in anthropology with her admiration for avant-garde perfumes of the early twentieth century. Her fragrances are often personal and she is known for her collaborations with New York City artists. Her ethereal and deeply nostalgic perfumes blend the fantasy and the real with the gothic and the modern. Zappas believes creating and wearing perfume is a way of invoking future (as well as present and past) selves.

To my dearest brothers and sisters, This is Tunia speaking. I love you all so very much and I want to express that in this series of messages. I am a human, just like you. I just happen to have been born on another planet than Earth. I currently reside on spaceship New Jerusalem, close to your planet. You’re Earth humans, I’m a Pleiadian human, but we’re both human. If I wore your clothing, I could walk across your streets and people who saw me would think of me as a normal, Scandinavian-looking woman.

Hey y’awwwwwwl, I am still in the Carolinas — having now made my way up from George’s parents’ home in South Carolina to my hometown of Winston-Salem, North Carolina. George ditched us to head back to the office on Tuesday and the boys and I have been basking in the joy of spending time with my parents and my sister’s family. We are also all suffering fr… ncG1vNJzZmivmJbBtbvCqKakZqOqr7TAwJyiZ5ufonyxe9OuqaSdqWLHtq%2FCoaCnoV2XwrOzxKuq

I found Turtle Creek Lane by way of Cary O'Donnell, a long time collaborator to the Sexy Unique Podcast. (We will tackle SUP later in this post.) Turtle Creek Lane, also known as Jennifer Houghton, is a Mormon mommy influencer focused primarily on holiday decorations, her large Texas mansion, and her Village of the Damned children. She is the human embodiment of a Live Laugh Love sign or the rooster figurine collection in your parent's kitchen.

My new essay over at The American Mind is my thank you to Elon Musk, but I thought I’d tell the full story of my Twitter evolution here. Not terribly long ago I was a mild-mannered reactionary corporate creative without a Twitter account. Twitter? Who had time to post? I liked reading news and websites and blogs, but I’d spent most of my married life nursing, holding, napping, feeding, bathing, and otherwise hanging out with very young children.

TikTok is how I get my Twitter news now. —Kate I’m a believer in the separation of church and state: I like to keep my TikTok separate from my Twitter. One is a place for zoning out in hopes of finding peace, the other for sinking into the dismal abyss. But, occasionally, Twitter delivers with some bonkers, chronically-online, chef’s kiss discourse that it would be unfair to limit to just one platform.

Nearly a quarter of girls between 12 and 16 are intentionally injuring themselves, mostly with knives and razor blades. The rate is even higher among teens from upper-middle class, highly educated families. Those who self-harm are six times more likely to be hospitalized for mental illness than those who don’t and more than four times as likely to attempt suicide. According to the National Institute of Mental Health, suicide is now the second leading cause of death among children 10-14 and the third leading cause of death among those 15-24.

Twitter has locked me out of my account and has prevented me from posting the following tweet, which they claim is “abusive.” They are also threatening to suspend my account altogether if I post similar things in the future. Please share this post on Twitter to push back against the company’s censorship Share I attached the above photos to my tweet. Although they did not initially say as much, one day on, Twitter are now claiming the tweet was “abusive”.

This post is about the carnage at Twitter. No one can predict exactly what will come next. But here are my personal plans, plus an in-the-moment thought on What It All Means. Personally: Will I keep using Twitter, as I have since its early days? For now and I hope for a while, yes. I explain the reasons below. Will I pay even a modest sum to keep using a “blue check” that verifies my identity, which (along with most other journalists) I got almost automatically many years ago?