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Hi! :~) I write about video games, women, and art, usually. I value fun and accessible writing and have worked with publications like Pitchfork, Vulture, and Gawker to put more of it into the world. Previously, I wrote newsletters at Inverse, and, most recently, I quoted Spinoza as a Kotaku staff writer. I also write the experimental video game blog Plant or Beast. Otherwise, I like jokes about butts, gonzo journalism, and clip art of little mice wearing hats

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Elden Ring’s Malenia Tells The Fairytale I Always Wanted To Hear, kotaku.com

August, 2022

Appearing to you naked and maimed, deceptively tender and feminine, she’s reduced to her true, brutal nature. “But she whose hours of tenderness were gone / had neither hope nor fear,” William Butler Yeats writes.

TikTok's Final Girl,
vulture.com

December, 2023

Why Is Media so Obsessed with the Drunken Canal?: A Hater Reports, studyhall.xyz

February, 2022

When I was a kid dreaming of being a writer in New York City, the place I grew up, I pictured a tall, effortlessly thin woman. She had an office in Manhattan. She wrote things particular to her and her life. She was nothing like me, and I would never grow up to be her.

Princess Peach: Showtime! review, 
eurogamer.net

March, 2024

Outside of the castle, there's more space to be gentle. "There was / a peach in a wicker basket / There was a bowl of fruit," writes Louise Glück in the 2001 poem "Ripe Peach." "Fifty years. Such a long walk / from the door to the table." Finally, Peach gets to rule.

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"You're a Christian, right?", justpreachy.com

March, 2021

Is Undercurrent the Celebrity Contribution to the Climate Crisis?, observer.com

September, 2021

I recognize her trepidation, the way she hunches over her steel-pipe weapon. It’s how I instinctively shrivel when men stare at me on the train. I’m moving against the unfair world, reminding myself to sit up straight. 

Displaced people and flooded apartments can’t be saved by beautiful synth and beautiful lights alone. People need money; these celebrities have it, they can give more than their art.

God, why did you do this to me? God, why did you put me here, in this bed, in this dorm with the painted cross on the wall? Would You love me if I took it off the wall and sat on it? 

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