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Dear Alton. 
Dear Philando. 
Dear Dallas.
Dear BLM.
This was a bad week. 

Stoya is a force. She is the unflappable one fighting for a better porn industry. She is the loving one standing for the women. She is the fearless one accusing James Deen first of rape, paving the way for many more behind her. But after all that, Stoya is a greater force still—taking back her body, her dignity and her right to be sexualized just as she is. And part of that is about being a woman, sitting patiently and excitedly for her first grey pube.

On the train back to New York, I ask Stoya about a text she’d sent me a few days prior, in which she declared: “I know what I want from my 30s.” She nods. She’s been thinking more about how to make porn better, letting that quest animate her. Lately, she’s feeling excited about the idea of aging on-camera as a form of self-expression and of rebellion. “Ava wanting to show a sexualized trans body is what inspired me to say, Okay, I want to show a sexualized aging body,” she says. “And I’m really the best person positioned to do this.”

Though it may seem noble to tout the benefits that literature confers upon the soul, Paul Reitter and Chad Wellmon worry that such pragmaticizations of the humanities make self-development look too easy. One shouldn’t go into a great book knowing what one wants to get out of it. Patience, grasshopper, patience.

This is a brief but consequential look at the really, really racist history of gun control in America. Brought to you, remarkably, by MTV.

We’re watching Twitter’s live-stream of Wimbledon for clues into how the platform is preparing to broadcast NFL games next season. So far, the format feels like a pre-Snapchat alt-history of social video. Snapchat Stories is perfect for capturing the energy around an event—tailgating, celebrations, and highlight plays—but, when they add live coverage, Twitter’s offering may capture what matters: the nuanced drama of live sport.

In this tweet thread, Anil Dash asks why Uber and Airbnb are hailed as the disruptive heroes of the gig-economy, while those who make ends meet by selling loosies and CDs on the sidewalk are criminalized and killed.

Back in May, The Toast—one of our favorite sources for computer reading—announced it would close shop July 1. After three years of fun, three years of trying to turn a profit, and three years of waking up to a million more terrifying media realities, Mallory and Nicole called it quits. And just to make certain everybody understands just what a great loss this really is, Hillary Clinton wrote a farewell letter. Bye, The Toast! Thank you.

In popular imagination, the story of Rwanda after genocide is largely one of gentle, if difficult, peacebuilding. The reality Anjam Sundaram spent years observing on the ground is of a ruthlessly controlling and oppressive dictatorship that has systematically dismantled its free press. There are no happy endings.

There are few writers as kind and patient of spirit as the great George Saunders. Now, it seems, even he has been broken by the Donald. 

Just after our last letter went out, we lost the great Michael Herr. Dispatches is unlike any piece of war journalism before or since. Read it if you haven’t. Hell sucks.

A history of word processing software and how it has reshaped writing and literature couldn't really have had a title other than Track Changes, could it? 

Oral histories you never knew you wanted and will spend all day devouring: how Tony Kushner’s Angels in America sprawled from an overlong, overdue commission into the great modern American play. 
It's July! The sun is shining! So some of us are heading to glaciers, and some are heading to other coasts. The OP will be on summer break for the next couple weeks. Back with a killer Icelandic tan real soon. 

LOVE + PEACE from here. 
The Overprint is a weekly newsletter from The Alpine Review. It's put together by Anna DuckworthEli Burnstein, John Di Palma, Patrick Pittman, and Chris Lange.
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