Sorry to Wolf Blitzer and his eponymous Wolf Spritzer at El Presidente restaurant in D.C., but 24-hour news channels aren’t were people get their most vital updates anymore. It’s not newspapers, it’s not radio, it’s not people gathering outside a department store to watch the wall of TVs in the widow. It’s Pop Crave. And Pop Base, Poo Crave, Pop Tingz, and of course Club Chalamet. That is, if no one in your life loves you enough to personally send you the slutty, emoji-filled chain text.