I want these things inside me. My expectations are unrealistically high now. I will be disappointed with real food now.
You would think that the ex-girlfriend pictures are an ex-ample of what not to have on display.
As I clutched my shiny, new iPhone and felt the weight of new technology at my fingertips, I had one app in particular on my mind: Grindr.
The further we march into this new year, the more I desire to recede into the past—to leave our intolerably tolerant modern world and reflect back to a time when people’s feelings didn’t infect every goddamn crevice of our ultimately pointless lives.