I have hair, which I sometimes get cut. And this week, that meant talking about football.
I am dumb. A plodder. Terminally middlebrow. Incurably unintellectual. I know this, and I made peace with it a long time ago.
This week’s self-woke-ification got off to a magnificent start with me reading an article on race…
I always tell myself I like Christmas, but the older I get, the harder it is to pinpoint why.