this is a blog.

it is mostly cultural criticism, occasionally interrupted by entirely preventable detours into the mary tyler moore show, because i believe in the power of hat tosses and televised loneliness. think: pop culture with too many feelings, art and aesthetics with a hangover, womanhood as a haunted house, sexuality like it’s trying to do stand-up, and the internet as a doomed but gorgeous organism.

the politics of this blog are very simple and very clear:

“kill everyone now! condone first-degree murder! advocate cannibalism! eat shit! filth is my politics! filth is my life!” — divine

also: abolish gender, ban the algorithm, and maybe bring back handwriting.

about me (how gauche!):

my name is sushrut. i use they/them pronouns.

i like expired film, minor chords, & folk horror where women slowly go insane in remote pastoral settings. also, empty swimming pools—emotionally and otherwise. and the word "girlie" used in wildly inappropriate contexts (e.g. “capitalism is a manipulative girlie”).

i am (inevitably, tragically) studying for a master’s in english literature and a diploma in cultural studies and folklore, which means i am deeply qualified to cry about myths and overanalyze lana del rey lyrics.

also—i don’t hate kate bush. i hate that i’ll never be seen the way people see kate bush: barefoot, wind-tossed, mid-wail, probably levitating.

stay groovy. stay cursed. stay extremely, radically online. <3

love,

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