I like to think of it as a social science hive mind.

In another tale of "This Could Have Been an Email": the hullabaloo over my department's name change led to a simple compromise of striking the pesky, plural "S" from the end. Apparently, we saved valuable lives from dying on the hill of "Dept of Social Sciences" by switching to "Social Science."

First time in 6+ decades that I’ve heard that having small breasts is “an impossible beauty standard.” Would have been helpful to know of my stupendous natural advantage in high school

He's so cute. I love his dancing.

This is a cliche at this point but being in an admin job has drained all the creative mojo out of me. I can still write, I guess, but what's coming out of all this typing really stinks.

Agatha All Along is basically a new version of Buffy the Vampire Slayer but for creaky millennials and snarky wine moms so it is very much my shit.

I hope someone comments on the fact that I'm wearing skinny jeans and uggs in some of these earlier pics

Putting together a slideshow for students enrolled in freshman seminar about "My Journey to Becoming a Historian," a favor to a colleague. It contains mostly pictures of me, and the decline is... precipitous (from Baby Historian in Grad School to Grizzled Underpaid Chair 17 years later) 👵

My local coffee shop has a working rotary phone. I had to explain how it worked to a 8-year-old kid who was waiting in line with his parents, who also seemed too young to remember this technology. He was agog and I felt sufficiently aged.

I simply do not have the energy for “Olivia Nuzzi suspended for fucking RFK Jr,” sorry