Hey, poppets, how’s it going? I’ve been away from you for a bit, laying waste to school finals and presentations in all its forms. And I’ve missed you. Although if we’re being honest, not as much as I’ve missed my Internet Boyfriend Seth Meyers.
I don’t want to exaggerate Meyers’ bits and monologues as some sort of activist blow to the establishment, but he does deserve credit for being able to point out societal shortcomings in a way that is more funny than preachy. Like when he’s calling out the media for their coverage of
the Alt-Right white supremacists.
Or for continuing to call out Trump’s more ridiculous moves.
Now on the one hand, I understand that giving Trump the attention he so desperately craves reinforces his bad behavior to an extent. I also understand that most people can only devote so much mental real estate to The Blubbering Mass Of Hatred And Magazine Cologne Scent. But this son of a bitch is going to be president. We have to watch his moves. It’s better to at least have some humor with it.
And if that’s not enough humor for you, let Seth team up with unnerving-ray-of-bitter-sunshine Amber Ruffin and still-in-need-of-her-own-flattering-article-and-I-promise-I’m-working-on-it Jenny Hagel.
I promise, Seth, I’ll never leave you again. Until next finals.