We were still having a normal conversation at that point, not a fight. I started talking about the Brad Nelson having a salad, a very popular method of not eating Fischer dismisses in passing as representative of the backchannel’s “observational, peculiar, and irrefutable” brand of media criticism. This post has zero text. It’s just Brad, laughing, alone, with salad. He looks fludily like anyone who has ever heard witchaus. Mollys read that post as mere absurdist humor, pure whimsy,” I said. I think this is approximately when I started shouting in a tremulous, high-pitched voice.