STICK TO THE POINT

In response to the uptick in harassment of minorities following the election of a grown-up Chucky stunt double for president, many have followed the lead of Brits in the wake of Brexit and taken to donning safety pins on their lapels as a quiet signifier of solidarity in public spaces. Some credit the pins for increasing a feeling of safety on the streets and subways; others dismiss them as a salve for white guilt, (rightly) wondering why a purportedly activist gesture would take such vague form. (Why not an anti-bigotry pin? Or a pro-BLM pin?) In any case, in the time it took to write this blurb, white supremacists have already co-opted the pins in order to sabotage whatever comfort they did muster. The good news: We can stop arguing about [expletive] pins now.

OUR BAD

Quite possibly in response to the recent election of an overproofed bowl of sourdough for president, Internet behemoths are making overdue adjustments. Twitter has taken measures to battle online harassment and abuse by expanding the functionality of its “mute’’ button, while Facebook and Google have announced plans to push back against the recent scourge of fake news across the sites by tweaking their respective advertising policies. All three sites confirmed plans to continue showing me ads for those leather pants I looked at once. ONCE.

THE AWW COUPLE

In an attempt to cheer itself up following the election of a prize-winning gourd inhabited by a family of unhappy raccoons for president, the Internet yielded a rich harvest of memes depicting a mischievous Joe Biden brainstorming pranks to play on the president-elect and running them past a nonplussed Obama.

THAT’S A WRAP

And then there’s the moon, which doesn’t really respond to anything. It just hangs out, tracing its noble oval over and over, drifting steadily through the darkness and the light, letting particles and projectiles slam into its surface, but never changing course. Think it cares? Nope. It was the darkest of weeks down below on earth, but the moon was “super’’ — at its most beautiful with its scars most visible. Perhaps in gazing up at it, we can learn something about our own journey through the unknown — oh wait, my mistake. That’s not the moon, it’s just a tortilla stuck to the window. As you were.

MICHAEL ANDOR BRODEUR

Michael Andor Brodeur can be reached at mbrodeur@globe.com. Follow him on Twitter: @MBrodeur.