Frankly, I’m out of air.

The phrase Out Of Air is often used by my favorite influencer Hannah Stella. She’s obsessed with McDonald’s Diet Coke, belly button rings, and Hermes handbags. We have little in common except for the fact we both feel Out of Air on the regular.

When she says Out Of Air it’s a signal that she needs to get out quick, a la Scuba Diving (which she does often in exotic locales). I don’t dive anywhere. Nonetheless, the catchphrase is relatable.

Twitter sold yesterday and I woke up to the NYT, Substack writers I follow, and friends pinning their thoughts about it in their feeds. I am not a Twitter Person, so I am not personally invested in the situation. However, I am personally affected by billionaires and the way they choose to operate their companies. 

When I started this Substack I was pissed with Amazon. Like literally livid and felt justified in my response to the Kindle Direct Publishing Bots that wanted to upend my life. I was so frustrated that I was the one taking a cut to my income when I was the wronged party.