Jenna Scherer
@secondhusk
Writer-editor based in Brooklyn with bylines in The A.V. Club, Rolling Stone, Time Out New York, The Village Voice, your heart. Formerly senior copy editor at Backstage Magazine. The moon is my wife. Hire me! She/her, #T1D
Tell me you’re a gay Jeopardy! contestant without telling me you’re a gay Jeopardy! contestant
Copy editing is about more than grammar and formatting; the meaning of words matters. Major outlets like @cnn.com saying "racial" instead of "racist" matters. But I see this particular mistake often enough across the board to know that it's likely quite intentional.
Not for nothing that this bad boy has been hanging above my TV ever since season 2
My version of being a Knicks fan is gazing into Mikal Bridges’ soulful puppy dog eyes and wanting to make him a nice warm bowl of soup
Today out of absolutely nowhere, this line is stuck in my head like a viral pop riff. It’s just pure poetry, you know? #ithinkyoushouldleave
“The Bear” knew exactly what it was doing pairing Marin Ireland and Jon Bernthal—two actors who can tell whole novels with just their faces, falling in love just from a brief hour of feeling Known in a dive bar bathroom
Just realized that Dr. Abbot from “The Pitt” is the same dude who snorted his dead girlfriend’s cremains on “Six Feet Under.” You contain multitudes, Shawn Hatosy
Casting a cis actor as Lev, a character whose entire arc is about being rejected for his transness, is a particularly gross call. Extra baffling given how compelling the show’s queer storylines have been—building and expanding upon the what was already in the game. Do better, guys. #thelastofus
A sampling of post titles on the NYCjobs subreddit. What a time to be unemployed and still stubbornly alive.
Truly, no one does it like Mescal. And I say this as an accredited expert in Sad Boys. #aftersun #allofusstrangers #hamnet
Cannot stop thinking about Jacob Elordi’s performance in “Frankenstein.” Transformative and empathetic and haunting in the kindest sense of the word.
Ken Jennings and I both have a crush on Professor Molly Murray #jeopardy
It’s actually crazy just how much Nick Offerman looks like Chester A. Arthur
Then the dumbest of all: Ann goes into a coma after drinking a grasshopper laced with insulin. If you drink insulin, it doesn’t get into your bloodstream. At worst, you’d get a stomachache and throw up.
Norma had an embolism because, when she gave herself her (once daily??) insulin shot, there was an air bubble in the syringe that got into her bloodstream. You inject insulin into your fatty tissue, not your vein—so an air bubble wouldn’t cause any harm apart from not getting a high enough dose.
TV shows and movies almost always get the facts of type 1 diabetes wrong (“The Pitt” being a notable exception). But I’ve never seen a script be as cartoonishly inaccurate about it as “Palm Royale.” (Spoilers ahead)
I love when my little steampunk D&D show subtweets the Dems #dimension20
Thinking about this passage from @jarodkanderson.bsky.social’s “Something in the Woods Loves You” as I continue my job search. When I was younger and journalism was less broken, I used to find a sense of purpose in my work, because it *meant* something to me. I don’t know the last time I felt that.