On social media, he has amassed something of a following within the furry fandom, a community made up of people with an affinity for anthropomorphized animals. The most important thing you need to know about Fivey, however, is that he is unspeakably hot, at least if the replies to his Twitter account (where he has amassed a little more than 7,000 followers) are any indication. He’s bookish and unassuming, more of a John Mulaney-type sex-symbol than a Pete Davidson, and he wears Buddy Holly-esque Coke-bottle spectacles, presumably as an aesthetic choice meant to connote wonkishness rather than for actual pragmatic reasons (foxes have notoriously good eyesight). Here is what you need to know about Fivey: he officially debuted last summer as part of FiveThirtyEight’s 2020 election forecast rollout. And some of us - dare I say, the more psychologically well-adjusted among us? - are eroticizing Fivey, the vulpine mascot of Nate Silver’s wonk blog, FiveThirtyEight.
Some of us have taped a bottle of Chateau Diana to our sweaty paws and started drinking ourselves into a stupor. Some of us are buying out shelves of Ben & Jerry’s Phish Food. Some of us are scheduling calls with our therapists. We all deal with election-related stress in different ways.
