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Lifting a satirical leg on popular culture

Persons in the Ether

Question of the Week

Passion or stability?

MD

Mavis Drouk, emotional escrow officer

Believed to be near Harrisburg, PA

Stability. Passion is what people choose when they still believe a staircase can be made entirely of sparks. Stability may not sing outside your window, but it does remember where the insurance cards are.

RC

Rufus Clenn, freelance thunder consultant

Last reported west of Tulsa, OK

Passion, obviously. Stability is just boredom wearing shoes with arch support. I want life to arrive late, smell faintly of lightning, and explain nothing until several lamps have been broken.

NV

Nora Vell, deputy curator of small regrets

Possibly sheltering in Eugene, OR

Passion is useful for beginnings, stability for the paperwork afterward. I prefer both in moderation, which is another way of saying I would like to be ruined briefly and then driven home safely.

Vintage-style editorial cartoon illustrating the concept of fair game, showing distressed people being metaphorically hunted by photographers, critics, and online mobs in a sepia-toned ink drawing.

When everyone is a hunter, everyone becomes the hunted.

Fair Game: The Sport of Being Hunted

philmaggitti blog 6 months

There was a time when “fair game” meant exactly that–something you could shoot legally without a game warden lecturing you about ethics. Deer, pheasants, and… Read More

A bearded man in a trucker hat stands before the rusted gates of Country Music Heaven, holding a steaming mug and a clipboard, embodying the self-serious gatekeeper spirit of Saving Country Music.

Triggerman, awaiting divine confirmation that pedal steel still matters.

An Open Letter to Trigger of Saving Country Music

philmaggitti blog 6 months

Because Saving Country Music needs to be saved from the fool who claims to be its savior. Triggerman, Congratulations, T-man. You are the only man… Read More

Editorial illustration for Preparing for Your 65th High School Reunion. A navy blazer hangs like ceremonial armor, with a glowing name tag. Below, grooming items—shaving brush, razor, cologne, comb—are arranged like sacred tools. On the right, a cocktail glass, pain reliever bottle, and flickering candle suggest ritual preparation. Background evokes a mythic school gymnasium with textured beige tones and faint echoes of banners.

Name tag’s glowing, blazer’s pressed—time to outlive the competition.

Remembrance and Reckoning: Preparing for a High School Reunion, #65

philmaggitti blog 7 months

Let us not pretend that your high school reunion is only about nostalgia, especially if it is the sixty-fifth reunion and you went to an… Read More

Stuck in an elevator with his eight-year-old conscience: a weary man in a wrinkled suit clutching coffee and a leaking briefcase faces his younger self holding a rubber dinosaur beside half-open doors revealing cosmic filing cabinets labeled ‘Unfulfilled Dreams.

Stuck in an Elevator with My Eight-year-old Self

philmaggitti blog 7 months

There are elevators that simply malfunction, and there are elevators that malfunction in ways that make you question every decision you have ever made. When… Read More

Satirical illustration for An Open Letter to Bruce Springsteen showing an aged Bruce hunched over a guitar, his face twisted in an ungainly grimace under harsh stage lights.

An ancient Bruce Springsteen grimaces through another chord, proving even guitars can beg for mercy.

An Open Letter to Bruce Springsteen

philmaggitti blog 7 months

Bruce Springsteen: You probably do not read open letters, Bruce Springsteen. You have people for that–Jersey cousins who double as roadies, unpaid interns who learned… Read More

A satirical illustration of a woman microdosing regret as part of a wellness ritual. She sits at a table with a melancholic expression, holding a tiny capsule between her fingers. On the table are a sad-faced pill bottle, a mug, and two slices of avocado toast.

Microdosing Regret: The Latest Wellness Grift

philmaggitti blog 7 months

In the ever-expanding buffet of bourgeois self-improvement, where kombucha is considered a personality and breathwork is somehow a career, the latest delicacy is microdosing regret.… Read More

In this satirical commentary entry, Skeleton in an orange T-shirt holding up a pink sock over a laundry basket filled with mismatched clothes.

Dead men don't match socks.

The Buck-It List 3.0

philmaggitti blog, top ten lists 7 months

Welcome to The Buck-It List 3.0. Ten additional things you should stop doing before not going gently into that good night. If you have already… Read More

The great gummy grift image Disheveled man in ragged hoodie holding out a pack of gummies to a curious child, symbolizing the gummy scam and danger hidden behind candy-colored wellness claims."

"Candy, little boy?"

The Great Gummy Grift

philmaggitti blog, trump 8 months

Americans are chewing their way through a wellness revolution – and getting played by the great gummy grift in the process. Never has so much… Read More

The Pug Bus Breaking News

The Pug Bus Breaking News requires no email address, no mother's maiden name, no first pet's nickname, and no DNA sample. You simply mash the link below and read.

Deliver It

⚡ Scholars at the Royal Institute for the Advancement of Obvious Things have concluded, after eleven years of exhaustive inquiry, that people who speak at great length in meetings do not thereby become more correct. The findings have been submitted to a committee for review.

⚡ It has been determined by authorities in several jurisdictions that the phrase "I just want to be honest with you" reliably precedes the portion of the conversation one would most prefer not to have. Legislation is pending.

⚡ The Bureau of Perpetual Reassessment has announced that this is not, in fact, the most divided the nation has ever been, a distinction that continues to belong to a prior era when the disagreements concerned rather more consequential matters and people occasionally died over them.

Adverse Effects

The following lines of prose cleverly arranged as poetry may induce brief clarity, misplaced certainty, and the sense that something has already been decided without your approval ...

By seventy you know which doors you walked past without opening,
can name the rooms you never entered,
hear the echoes anyway.

Read It All

By seventy you know which doors you walked past without opening,
can name the rooms you never entered,
hear the echoes anyway.

The years do not accuse.
They simply pile up like newspapers you meant to read,
each one carrying news that is no longer news.

You think: I should have said that differently.
I should have stayed. I should have gone.
The mind is efficient this way,
filing the same cases under the same wrong headings,
finding them again at 3 a.m. in perfect order.

What surprises is not the weight of it
but the patience —
how regret waits,
how it has nowhere else to be,
how it sits across from you at breakfast
and asks for nothing,
knowing you will offer it everything
on your own.

The body slows.
The catalog does not.
You carry the unlived lives
the way old houses carry
the smell of people who are gone —
not haunting exactly,
just present,
just there,
just refusing
the simple courtesy
of leaving.