You’re reading Hung Up, the newsletter from Hunter Harris. This is The Tuesday Post, a weekly essay or interview or deep dive. If you like this kind of thing, you can subscribe here.Here is what happens in Closer: The forlorn photographer Anna (Julia Roberts) is dating… ncG1vNJzZmigpaPBpr7HmqmroaNjwLau0q2YnKNemLyue89on56knKR6tMDRmqWgnaI%3D

Right, as the world goes, is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what they can and the weak suffer what they must. — Thucydides, Athenian historian and general Woe to the conquered. — Chieftain Brennus (to the Romans) Inrecent essays, I spoke in protest of our civilization’s genocide against the living world. The word genocide, in my view, is the only one in the English language that comes anywhere close to accurately describing the ongoing global slaughter and annihilation of non-human life.

I see a dream that's lost Flo Ballard had the biggest voice in The Supremes. This was true literally and figuratively: She had a regal, passionate presence that could reach the back pew of a church, and had been the group’s leader since they started playing small shows around Detroit as The Primettes. Mary Wilson, meanwhile, had the complimentary skills to be jazzy or bluesy or whatever the music called for, and the then Diane Ross had yet to turn her thin, reedy voice into an ideal pop commodity.

Hello courageous people! 👋 Another week done and dusted which sees us here for edition #12! This week, our featured book is 📚 In The Realm Of Hungry Ghosts: Close Encounters With Addiction 🖋 by Dr Gabor Maté. Well this one was the definition of a slog to read at 500 pages 🥵 and fulfils (I hope!) the exact purpose of this newsletter - me doing the hard yakka of reading the book for you and pulling out the bits of gold.

[This is it! Thanks so much to everyone who has been reading this, I’m incredibly grateful to you.] You sometimes want the things that come last to bear and balance the weight of the things that have come before them. I have a large poster in my bedroom of Michael Jordan’s Finals-winning jumper in 1998, which wasn’t his last shot—he played 142 games for the Washington Wizards after leaving the Chicago Bulls—but feels like it, to me and to a lot of other people.