The Unbearable Daniel of it All - by Sara Petersen

OG readers of In Pursuit know that I started this newsletter by posting a question to Twitter about whether or not people wanted my take on the most famed daddy o’ hogs the internet has ever known. A bunch of people said yes, and the rest was Substack history. Today, as then, I am motivated by a potent combination of weariness and rage. In the above piece, one of the most salient points of fury was Mr. Ballerina Farm’s insistence on speaking for his wife, his need to voice her narrative. Stunningly, the post that launched this newsletter appears to no longer exist (ARE YOU READING THIS DANIEL?!), but here’s the text of the caption. Hannah prefers cooking, cleaning, and reading during natural light hours. She calls it the clearest and most invigorating light, irreplaceable by artificial contributors. The children, diurnal creatures in their own right, agree. In light of this, I often stumble upon a jam packed school study session stationed near the ample living room window. Stunningly c

OG readers of In Pursuit know that I started this newsletter by posting a question to Twitter about whether or not people wanted my take on the most famed daddy o’ hogs the internet has ever known. A bunch of people said yes, and the rest was Substack history. Today, as then, I am motivated by a potent combination of weariness and rage. In the above piece, one of the most salient points of fury was Mr. Ballerina Farm’s insistence on speaking for his wife, his need to voice her narrative. Stunningly, the post that launched this newsletter appears to no longer exist (ARE YOU READING THIS DANIEL?