I have never owned a car, and since my driver’s license expired at the beginning of this year, I have yet to have enough cause to motivate me to renew it. So, going by my personal experience, all I can really recommend when it comes to driving through Europe is that you should find a nice man who is both an


Graduation felt like petering-out more than a crisp conclusion to what was—fill in your own blanks—maybe the most hedonistic, maybe the most edifying, probably the most tumultuous phase of a young life. The whole spectacle was stretched thin over too many days, a slow and tedious death.

As an Old Person (and possibly a prude, although I hope not), I’m baffled by the dick pic. As a behavior, first of all—What is it intended to accomplish? Is it meant as an act of sexual hostility? A sincere come-on? Do straight men genuinely believe women are turned on by crappy smartphone snapshots of dicks and


I always blank on the word “reconcile.” Ok, not right now. In fact, ever since I started working on this post, the word has popped into my head with little friction, likely because I have forced myself to remember what exactly it was that I was writing about. However, this sort of recall doesn’t detract from the

In 2007, Cornell economist Robert Frank wrote about President Barack Obama’s plan to let the Bush-era tax cuts for the country’s top earners lapse for the New York Times. He wrote that critics who complained that they had uniquely earned the money that would be taken away by stricter taxes were wrong because,


For the past few months, I’ve been engaged in a pesky war with my stomach. Whenever I’m considerate enough to send down some tasty food and drinks, it decides to act like an ungrateful brat and spit my offerings back up, with a little additional bilious acid for good measure.


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