HELLO and welcome to the 169th installment of Things I Read That I Love, wherein I share with you some of the longer-form journalism/essays I’ve read recently so that you can read them too and we can all know more about Keurig! This “column” is less feminist/queer focused than the rest of the site because when something is feminist/queer focused, I put it on the rest of the site. Here is where the other things are.

The title of this feature is inspired by the title of Emily Gould’s tumblr, Things I Ate That I Love.

A Brewing Problem, by James Hamblin for The Atlantic, March 2015

Well, this was depressing because I am secretly overjoyed every time I’m at somebody’s house or a hotel with a Keurig. I knew they were bad but jesus they are BAD.

The Gangsters of Ferguson, by Ta-Nehisi Coates for The Atlantic, March 2015

One should understand that the Justice Department did not simply find indirect evidence of unintentionally racist practices which harm black people, but “discriminatory intent”—that is to say willful racism aimed to generate cash. Justice in Ferguson is not a matter of “racism without racists,” but racism with racists so secure, so proud, so brazen that they used their government emails to flaunt it.

Some Hollywood Extras Suffer, But Others Are Rolling In It, by Hillel Aaron for Los Angeles Weekly, February 2015

An interesting look at an interesting profession, especially as a follow-up to last week’s bit about Showbiz seniors.

Behind The Cutting-Edge DIY Drug Movement, by Taylor Hatmaker for The Kernel, February 2015

This article is written by my friend Taylor Hatmaker and mentions my former secret best friend, The Erowid Vaults, and if that’s not reason enough for you to read it then I don’t know what to tell you.

The Rocky Road To The Making Of the Fifty Shades of Grey Movie, by Vanessa Grigoriadis for Vanity Fair, January 2015

Have you read the recaps of 50 Shades by Jenny Trout? You really should. Anyhow, I nearly laughed out loud about the things from the book E.L. James wanted to keep in the movie because the book is SO STUPID and the movie was simply trying to save it from itself, I imagine.

Black is the Color of my True Love’s Hair, by Nishta Mehra for Guernica

Four or more issues relevant to your interest: same-sex parenting, adoption, racist microagressions, people who think “post-racial” is a thing, gaystreaming, etc.

Most of us don’t have the right language for these situations. Maybe the right language doesn’t exist, no way around the weirdness of saying, “How awesome that you adopted a black baby!” and “We are not assholes and we think your same­‐sex relationship is lovely.” Maybe it seems ridiculous that such statements should even be necessary or notable, except that we know they are and so that’s why we say them.

Who Killed the Gangster’s Daughter?, by Lisa DePaulo for New York Magazine, December 2001

Are you watching The Jinx? That shit is WILD y’all! One of the events discussed in the documentary is the murder of Bobby Durst’s BFF, Susan Berman, who was the daughter of a mobster. She also wrote for New York Magazine for a spell. This is the article about her murder after it happened, dredged from the archives because of HBO.

The Online Stories We Tell, by Amanda Miska for The Rumpus, February 2015

There are many reasons we search out people from the past online, but for me, the most compelling is the desire for story, for narrative, for a relationship to come full circle. It is a rare thing that a relationship ends in a fully satisfying way for both parties. Even if you’re the one who ended it, there are often doubts and uncertainties. You want to know you did the right thing. You want hard evidence. Sometimes you want to dream about the life you didn’t get to have. Sometimes you want to see the life you were lucky to escape.

Am I Crazy To Think I Actually Know Where That Malaysia Airlines Plane Is? by Jeff Wise for New York Magazine, February 2015

“In the year since the vanishing of MH370, I appeared on CNN more than 50 times, watched my spouse’s eyes glaze over at dinner, and fell in with a group of borderline-obsessive amateur aviation sleuths. A million theories bloomed, including my own.”