I was no stranger to being trapped at home prior to the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic: I’m a parent. Getting out has often been a struggle. As vaccines have become widely available, infections less deadly, and the landscape more open, the social relevance of livestreaming appears to be fading. But mine meant the world to me. Now after two years, 100 episodes, many meaningful friendships and countless valuable lessons about accessibility, community, and the structure of our world online, I’m ending it.

housands of The Tweedy Show’s fans (jokingly termed “clients”) peer virtually into Sue Tweedy’s family room four nights a week, met with wall-to-wall vintage furniture and bookshelves stacked with stuff: DVDs, tin lunch boxes, collectable cereal boxes with names like “Obama O’s” and “Quisp.” They see Jeff Tweedy in his “Hi, How Are You” hat and pajama pants, yet they seldom see Sue’s face. “Except for those couple of camera-flipping accidents,” she adds, “Ugh.”