Sex is weird. What turns you on is probably different to what turns me on. Some people might get a charge from wearing high heels and a short skirt, others might get a sexual charge out of wearing a sharp-looking suit. I don’t think anyone should be shamed for this. People should be free to wear whatever clothes they want so long as it is within the bounds of decency.

Hello, dewy dust bunnies, and welcome to another edition of the The Don’t Buy List! Stock in E.l.f. Beauty fell last week when the brand’s creative agency, Movers+Shakers, was revealed to have ties to the NXIVM cult. Co-founders Evan Horowitz and Geoffrey Goldberg “confirmed they participated in a leadership training course that was run by the cult,” according to AdAge. Much of the apparent NXIVM-E.l.f. overlap comes down to the concept of joy: NXIVM leader Keith Raniere preached about “the science of joy,” and E.

The NCAA Tournament isn’t the only Big Dance going on right now. Ed Cooley and Georgetown continue to dance around each other, and all signs point to Georgetown preparing to put a massive offer on the table that Cooley can’t say no to, once Providence’s season concludes. Multiple sources with knowledge of Georgetown’s thinking indicate that the university is prepared to offer Cooley a contract that is worth around $5 million per year, which would put Cooley firmly in the top ten nationally for head coach salaries in college basketball.

A project I and others have been working on for more than two years finally went public last week, when Rep. Rashida Tlaib and Rep. Jamaal Bowman introduced the Living Wage for Musicians Act. And then I came down with a raging head cold, right on cue. This often happens to me at the end of a tour, or after a recording session. It’s not my favorite way to celebrate, but it’s an old enough pattern that I know what my body means: good job.

Welcome to the Convivial Society, a newsletter exploring the relationship between technology and culture. This is what counts as a relatively short post around here, 1800 words or so, about a certain habit of mind that online spaces seem to foster. Almost one year ago, this exchange on Twitter caught my attention, enough so that I took a moment to capture it with a screen shot, thinking I’d go on to write about it at some point.