Rabbit, Rabbit Drake, Drake

I always forget to say “rabbit, rabbit” at the start of each month; my morning speech is limited to grunts and snorts and rude, unconsciously-dealt insults to anyone who dares to make noise around me, so mammals are never really the first thing on the brain. It doesn’t stress me out, but it always makes me feel a little bad, and for the first five days or so, I rue my failed approach to preparing for the month ahead (I know, all of this because of a superstition) (BUT WHAT IF IT WORKS??).

So bump “rabbit, rabbit” and let’s start a new tradition: “Drake, Drake.” At the beginning of every month, rewatch Drake’s first televised rap performance, appreciate his windbreaker, and think about how far he’s come since then. May you do the same.

Too many things happened over the long weekend, so here’s a lil’ link dump: Kiese Laymon wrote the best post in the history of the world about the tenuous privilege of his education, Caroline Moss is in the PRINT EDITION OF THE NEW YORK TIMES, Jacqueline Woodson responds to Daniel Handler’s watermelon joke beautifully, Frank Rich and Chris Rock (but mostly Chris Rock) stole my heart, and I got voted second nicest sister (out of 5) in my family. What a ride. What happened with you?