Forgive Me, Father, for I Cannot Stop Reading National Review

As with many other Obama-voting millennials, I never had much use for conservative media. My political coming-of-age coincided with a moment when information streams were already splintering into deeply partisan lanes, a process that became supercharged in the MAGA era. Ascendant irritants like Ben Shapiro and Charlie Kirk determined that delicate liberals were not their target demographic and never made much of an effort to bring us into the fold. No hard feelings, really. I only have so much time on this Earth; I’d like to spend as little of it as possible listening to what Will Cain has to say. So trust me when I say that I can’t quite come to grips with my new habit, one that I’m hugely embarrassed to be admitting in public. You see, ever since Trump won a second term, I’ve found myself reading quite a bit of National Review. In fact, I’d reckon that I’ve been on the site’s homepage almost every single day.