A Coward's Confession

Regret Now Vol VII

Jesus!

I’ve been at this Substack thing for ten months and this Regret Now shtick is in its seventh installment. You said it, man.

I’ve been doing this Regret Project thing where I publish regrets that you, dear reader, want to get off your chest. I think I have maybe two more regrets left in the queue, which I'll tackle in the next installment. After that, I'll need to wind down this little diversion.

I won’t cover responses to the month’s posts here. I’ll do that next month. I want to get a major regret of my own off my chest instead. This has been gnawing at me for years, but I never had the courage to speak about it publicly. This post will be deeply paywalled, so I feel safer here talking to just you, my trusted paid subscribers. If you've spent any time in left-leaning online spaces over the past decade—so basically any online space where academics congregate—you'll understand my trepidation.

I want to write about Jesse Singal and my regrets around him.