The full paragraph is gold. So much going on here:

Partaking of a Substack column can be like drinking cow’s milk straight from the teat instead of waiting for it to be pasteurized, homogenized and bottled by the dairyman. Like drinking raw milk, the reading experience comes with pluses and minuses. It’s a rare Substack—even when written by a writer I admire—that wouldn’t be twice as good half as long. Not that self-indulgence is always a sin. I’d rather read Greenwald in all his woolly, ragged glory than see him bottled up by an editor. If you like your copy groomed and pristine, copy-edited professionally and fact-checked, and locked down by logic, some Substacks will give you fits. Some Substackers do more meandering than writing (you know who you are, Yglesias), pursuing their argument as if taking the longest possible route to buy a jug of milk from a 7-Eleven that’s only a block away from their door. Lots of Substacks read like lazy first drafts, probably because they are, taking forever to hit their marks, score their points and make their exit.