The Way We Kill Houseflies Now
Can a time period be defined by its method of killing the pesky housefly—or the mosquito, the cockroach, the spider, or other unwanted home invaders of the insect variety? Perhaps.
Christy Wampole's Opinionator piece in the Sunday New York Times, "How to Live Without Irony," has a lot of people talking, ironically or otherwise.
Can a time period be defined by its method of killing the pesky housefly—or the mosquito, the cockroach, the spider, or other unwanted home invaders of the insect variety? Perhaps.
There's a word we keep seeing in the news of late, a word it seems like we weren't supposed to say in mixed company, much less in "family" newspapers. Now it's everywhere—or, at least, in way more places than it used to be.
It's rather a fact of life that we will all grow up to think that the generations coming after us are spoiled, have it too easy, are entitled, know nothing about the rough life we had, couldn't have hacked it in the old days, are completely and totally self-absorbed, and so on and so on. There's a bit of "Get Off My Lawn" in all of us.
A recent Wall Street Journal essay has some tips for being a better procrastinator. You probably missed it because you were so busy attending to all of the things you do—and well, we might add!
There's a new trend in relationship management, and it's called the "relationship contract." How fun does that sound?
Guess what, single friends! The Wall Street Journal's Sue Shellenbarger has a tip for you: You're doing it wrong.
We've all thought it, right? We've thrown up our hands, despite the carpal tunnel; we've set our laptops to sleep; we've vowed to take a day off, to stop looking at the little screen, to ignore the beeps and groans and vibratory sensations emanating from our technological friends.
Living alone just keeps getting more popular, with even committed couples deciding to live by themselves—albeit maybe in houses right next door to each other. We explore the phenomenon.
Recently, this writer was enjoying cocktails with a companion who revealed a horrifying secret: his apartment was so repugnant, he confessed, that it had actually led to the speedy demise of what might have become a relationship—or at least a physical liaison of some sort.
Today in the "modern life is hard" department: Reading books on tablets may be more difficult than reading print books.
Are you having a nervous breakdown? Doubtful, as "nervous breakdowns" are not a real thing.
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