In a decision with potentially large ramifications, New York Federal Judge LaShann DeArcy Hall won't dismiss a libel suit against "Shitty Media Men" creator Moira Donegan.
Explaining, the judge says it is possible that Donegan created the entry herself. The judge believes that Elliott should be able to explore whether the entry was fabricated. Accordingly, discovery proceeds, which will now put pressure on Google to respond to broad subpoena demands. The next motion stage could feature a high-stakes one about the reaches of CDA 230.
One of my besetting quirks (or maybe it’s a sin?) is nostalgia. I tend to wax nostalgic over even the worst times of my life. Maybe others share that quirk, and maybe it’s a human quirk. Or maybe it’s peculiar to only a small number of people. Maybe it would be different if I had had objective, according-to-Hoyle “bad” times in my life.
So I find now, in summer 2020, I’m nostalgic about the good old days, in late winter 2020, when the shelter in place orders were just beginning. I might have been a little hopeful then that things would resolve in a couple weeks or a month. But otherwise, it was quite a despairing time, at least for me. It was something I knew I would have to endure. However quickly it might be resolved, the bad parts were still ahead and there was little to look forward to in the near future. It wasn’t a good feeling.
And now, I look back on those days and miss them. Maybe I’d feel differently if Covid had harmed me more directly, or if I wasn’t so well off to begin with.
But I miss it. I miss the sinking feeling as the numbers of new cases started mounting. I miss being confined inside when it was cold. I miss the shortages (which are still here but less severe) (which never affected me very severely in the first place). I miss doing laundry by hand (though I don’t miss it because it sucks, and I only stopped doing it last week during my first visit in three months to the laundromat and I may or may not be too scared to go back next week).
I have lived a (mostly) charmed life, but these last few months have been among the worst of times, at least for me. And yet I miss them. In a few months time, if I’m still alive, I’ll probably be missing now.