The false promises of New Age grifters

Some thoughts on some things I hate

Despite all of our other overlapping identity markers, I sometimes feel completely disconnected from my fellow millennial white women, like I’ve missed some group memo and have been left to wonder what the hell anyone is ever talking about. For one, I have never particularly liked Taylor Swift’s music, and I cannot for the life of me understand how someone who writes lyrics like, “You know how to ball, I know Aristotle / Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto” is supposed to be the great musical voice of our generation. (I do live in fear of Swifties, though. Please don’t come for me. You guys are scary.) I have zero interest in anything that has been branded “true crime” and strongly believe that the genre’s popularity is actively making us all worse people. (Emma Berquist wrote a very good essay related to this that I read a few years ago and still think of often). Maybe most significantly, though, anytime anyone brings up any one of the following things—astrology, manifesta…