The only positive thing I can find to say about May’s premiership is this:

I’m glad it happened while my daughters were old enough to register a woman was prime minister, but young enough to not realise how terrible she was at it.

It’s been so long since I used the Underground regularly that I’ve reverted to being a Tube N00b.

There’s a man on my train wearing a hat with a crown over it, an imitation smart glass HUD, a cape, and a sword and shield. Gotta say, I’m a bit jealous.

How we Dooced blogging — and its community

This Vox profile of Heather Armstrong — Dooce — is a deeply melancholy read:

In the time that Armstrong had been absent from her site, bloggers had been almost wholly replaced with social media stars who relied on Instagram to gain a following. The word “influencer” had taken over, and quickly. Bloggers had risen to fame thanks to deeply personal posts; Instagram personalities operated in a much more visual medium, relying on photos of cute kids and beautiful homes for likes.

It’s both affecting in its coverage of her mental health issues, but also in how clear it makes it that we lost something profound in the shift from blogger to influencer.

Lots to think on.