Wesley, do you remember the day that we met?
Oh, that day. I was meeting a friend at this bar, and I noticed that there was a woman holding court at a table in the corner of the bar.
You had on like a leather jacket, maybe draped over yourself.
That sounds about right.
And I said, oh my God, that’s Jenna Wortham.
My memory is looking up, seeing an insanely handsome person, inexplicably in a tuxedo, drifting across the room towards me. And I was just like, at last, we meet.
Sparks immediately. It was just clear we were going to be friends.
I just thought, this is a person I could talk to every day of the week for hours on end. If The New York Times is going to let me make a podcast, I don’t want to do it alone. I only want to do it with Jenna.
And look at us now. Here we are. I’m Jenna Wortham.
And I’m Wesley Morris. We’re two culture writers at The New York Times.
And we do indeed make a. Podcast it is called Still Processing.
And on it, we talk about music and movies and TV and Tik Tok and books and politics sometimes.
Pretty much whatever we’re grappling with, and all the themes that run through it. Gender, race, identity — you name it, we’re on it.
The reason I love talking to you is because once my mind is made, it’s pretty much made. But I love the experience of you defying my personal physics by changing my mind.
My experience of you, Wesley, is you are so game to tangle with whatever topic is on the menu for the day. We’re essentially doing a trust fall every time we get into the studio, and just start talking.
Our show is the DMs. Everybody else is out here tweeting, we’re having the DM conversation.
You know how they say the kitchen is where you want to be during a house party?
Our show is the kitchen. That’s where you’re going to get the real tea, and you’re going to get the best snacks. It’s the juiciest group chat.
I love making this show with you.
I love making this show with you!
Well then, we will keep making it, and I will see you next Thursday.
You bring your tux, I’ll bring my leather. Let’s do it. Let’s keep the party going.
We’re in the kitchen. [LAUGHTER]