Whenever I hear the words “sugar beets,” my mind flashes back to this “Sesame Street” segment from the early ‘80s. Then the song remains lodged in my head for hours, days, or weeks, until it’s displaced by something less infuriating. Now you can suffer, too.
I blame Abe Sauer for this.
The Internet, and Facebook in particular, just lulls me into feeling connected to people to whom I am no longer actually connected.
Or to whom I was never connected at all.
I went poking around online and discovered my old personal site, including my very first online journal in the summer of 2000. I wrote about my minimum wage retail job, biking, summer in Syracuse, and missing the college friends I’m barely (if at all) in contact with now.
I remember being that person, and in a way …
I hate being an adult. And not for any of the normal reasons, like “people expect me to pay bills” and “I have to be nice to people I don’t like” and “I have to go to work even when I don’t want to.”
No, my problem since my late teens has been that people socialize in …
Dear Ms. Suleman,
I realize that nearly everyone has something to say to you, or at least about you. I just have one relatively minor and very specific issue with you and your family.
I’d like you to stop making only children look bad. Stop using your lonely childhood as an excuse for your excessive procreation.
I’ve always …
On the “most popular articles” bar of the New York Times Web site, this caught my eye just now — The Demise of Dating. Their op-ed writer is shocked–SHOCKED–at how those crazy young people are forming relationships these days.
It turns out that everything is the opposite of what I remember. Under the old model, you dated …
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