The Interlude Takes an Interlude of Its Own
After two years of covering power, culture, and the world of Gen Z, the publication takes a bow.
The Interlude got its name for a reason: we knew it would always represent an intervening period of time. At the publication’s beginning, our writers, artists, and editors faced an uncertain world. One in which a pandemic (and many governments’ responses to it) took millions of lives, separated us, and ended opportunities in our respective fields.
Two years later, some things have changed, while others remain scarily similar. As we had hoped in our first editor’s letter, The Interlude became “a space where we wouldn’t be silenced by old cis white men or wouldn’t feel the pressure of waiting for the perfect moment to tell our stories and speak our truths…a space for young women, people of color, and LGBT folks as we enter into a new stage of our lives.”
Well, the intermission lights are dimming. We’re ready to learn about the next part of all this: our staff have new careers, new passions, and new challenges to face. This July is the last month The Interlude will be fully operational.
But don’t worry, we’re running one final package before we go! I am thrilled to announce REST: stories of finding peace under the grind of capitalism, leaning into joys both big and small, and unraveling pervasive myths about self-care.
After that, we’ll sign-off to seek restfulness of our own. Our community of writers will keep in touch, all articles will remain online, and you might see us pop up on social media platforms every now and then, but this is it. This is The Interlude. We are so grateful to our readers, whether you were here on launch day or found us because one of our articles really spoke to you. Thank you for supporting us, reading thoughtfully, and simply existing.
May you continue to find interludes of your own.
Best,
Maggie Chirdo
Co-Editor-in-Chief
The Interlude
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