ProPublica broke a huge story this week that Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas accepted hundreds of thousands of dollars of luxury travel from a billionaire GOP donor without disclosing any of it, which is a violation of federal anti-corruption laws. The travel included several trips on a 162-foot superyacht, despite Thomas’ insistence that he’s an everyman: “I prefer the RV parks. I prefer the Walmart parking lots to the beaches and things like that.” Uh-huh.

This piece from satire columnist Alexandra Petri brilliantly skewers this terrible man. Petri writes, “Please keep in mind, my fellow Americans, that each moment I spent on the yacht was torment! That is why I did not disclose it…I bit into the meal prepared by the chef and wrinkled my nose with disgust, sad the instant I noticed that it was not a DiGiorno pizza.”

I think conservative Supreme Court justices deserve to be mercilessly dragged— not only for their many scandals but for their absurd philosophy that a document written by white men, who didn’t believe women or Black people were full citizens, is the bar for deciding legal disputes today. Elon Musk’s Twitter disagrees with my view; and in a totally unrelated thought, please follow me on my new account. —Susan Rinkunas

With wedding season rapidly approaching, I recommend Dorothy Baker’s achingly self-aware 1962 novel Cassandra at the Wedding, which follows a self-destructive lesbian grad student at Berkeley who’s plotting to sabotage her sister’s wedding. The novel famously flopped in its time, probably due to its core themes being a bit too ahead of their time—only to experience a long overdue renaissance last spring. I find it, generally, to be a perfect read this time of year—a timeless tale of family, codependency, the dark side of love, and, possibly, a guidebook to sneakily ruining any wedding you may disapprove of. —Kylie Cheung

Earlier this week, my TikTok algorithm delivered me to the hallowed corner of JasperTok, and it felt like nothing short of an honor. My initial introduction was a video of someone impersonating Jasper the Doll (there are many), which made for a jarring entry into this manic, mystical, slightly terrifying world. But the comment section inevitability brought me to, I guess I’d say, a place I’ve been searching for my whole life. Jasper is a mangled, chaotic, 22-year-old doll who uses both he/him and she/her pronouns and whose deep, raspy voice sounds wrecked by decades of cigarette smoke—and Jasper will inspire you to be your most unapologetic, manic self.

These videos are short, slice-0f-life-clips of Jasper arguing/hanging/begging for snacks from their roommate & bestie; Jasper playing computer games; Jasper doing a face mask; Jasper finding a “SPHIDER IN THE KITCHEN!” I wondered whether or not I should include Jasper as a rec, because I’m not sure that you should seek out Jasper...Jasper the Doll needs to seek out you. But it also feels wrong to gatekeep anything that made me involuntarily laugh out loud on the subway.

One TikTok user put it best: “What trauma did we all collectively have that made this pure comedic gold? When Jasper finds us, Jasper starts healing us with every single video they post. There needs to be a study on what part of the brain Jaspertok activates.” I think the less we question Jasper’s impact, the better. That said, I feel healed, I feel joy, and I feel I’ll never find a “gWoRl LiKe” Jasper. —LT

There is not enough money in the world that could get me to listen to an entire Lil Dicky song, let alone album. Absolutely hate his music. But his show, Dave? It’s stupid how much I am moved by it—by the layers of friendship, love, and anxiety it explores as Lil Dicky the artist blows up and Dave the man implodes. I also believe it to be the best ensemble cast on television right now. I have crushes on every character. Except for Dave.

The first two episodes of Season 3 released on Hulu (via FX) this week. In the premiere, Dave learns that Texas can be hell for a straight white man, too, especially if he has a crooked dick and about a trillion hangups around sex. In the second episode, he walks the line between tortured genius and whiny man-child as he shoots a music video with his high school crush. These episodes aren’t quite at the caliber of the Doja Cat episode in Season 2, for example, or the entire Season 2 arc of Dave’s hypeman GaTA, which made me ugly cry. But they’re promising. —Sarah Rense

Bestselling author Nicole Chung’s new memoir, A Living Remedy, was published on Tuesday, and it is devastating. Chung writes about losing her parents as well as coming to grips with the limits of reaching the middle class. It’s also the first thing I’ve read about living through the covid pandemic (during which her mother ultimately dies from cancer during its height) that didn’t make my skin crawl. We all lived through—maybe are still living through—traumatic years, but each experience is so different. I know memoirs can be a hard sell (and it sounds sad!), so here are two excerpts that I think may draw you in. —Caitlin Cruz