I hate please advise with a passion that rivals my first grade hatred of the word explain. Specifically, I hated it when it was in a math word problem. You’d read something like:
My parents never spanked me. Well, maybe I got a single little tap on my bum for something rude I said one time, but I was never, ever spanked or hit. I had timeouts, but I was never grounded. I had disappointed-tone-of-voice-guilt-tripping talks, and I had…
I’ve noticed in myself and others that we never fully represent what we feel about our jobs or careers. Some sort of desire to stay “part of the group” makes us fudge, mislead, or flat-out lie. If everyone’s…
The first time I saw “Drunk History” in its initial webisode status, I realized…
I have only cried three times when learning of a celebrity’s death: Nora Ephron, Robin Williams, and David Bowie.
Losing Nora was like losing your favorite aunt. She was the one with a real knack for telling stories about her life that taught you…