Kaitlyn Tiffany

1 week ago | theatlantic.com | Kaitlyn Tiffany

The Trumps are doing phones now. This week, the Trump Organization announced its own cellphone service called Trump Mobile, as well as a gold-colored smartphone called the T1, which will purportedly be manufactured in the United States and retail for $499.

1 month ago | theatlantic.com | Kaitlyn Tiffany

On a recent commute to work, I texted my distant family about our fantasy baseball league, which was nice because I felt connected to them for a second. Then I switched apps and became enraged by a stupid opinion I saw on X, which I shouldn’t be using anymore due to its advanced toxicity and mind-numbing inanity. Many minutes passed before I was able to stop reading the stupid replies to the stupid original post and relax the muscles of my face.

1 month ago | theatlantic.com | Kaitlyn Tiffany

One Friday in April, Meta’s chief global affairs officer, Joel Kaplan, announced that the process of removing fact-checking from Facebook, Threads, and Instagram was nearly complete. By the following Monday, there would be “no new fact checks and no fact checkers” working across these platforms, which are used by billions of people globally—no professionals marking disinformation about vaccines or stolen elections.

2 months ago | theatlantic.com | Kaitlyn Tiffany

Everywhere I look on social media, disembodied heads float in front of legal documents, narrating them line by line. Sometimes they linger on a specific sentence. Mostly they just read and read. One content creator, who posts videos under the username I’m Not a Lawyer But, recently made a seven-minute TikTok in which she highlighted the important sentences from Drake’s 81-page defamation complaint against Universal Music Group.

2 months ago | theatlantic.com | Kaitlyn Tiffany

The price of eggs has some online creators suggesting that potatoes are a suitable alternative. Please believe me, they are wrong. Like countless others who have left their hometown to live a sinful, secular life in a fantastic American city, I no longer actively practice Christianity. But a few times a year, my upbringing whispers to me across space and time, and I have to listen. The sound is loudest at Easter, which, aside from being the most important Christian holiday, is also the most fun.