Recycling Flash Mob!
Aside from dancing inmates in maximum-security prisons in the Phillippines, I usually find flash mobs to be a nuisance. They were cute and whimsical in the mid-aughts, but now that everyone and their grandmother has orchestrated some sort of wacky public dance session to a Black Eyed Peas song, I think it’s probably time to enact a moratorium on such stunts. Still, this noble-intentioned, pro-recycling flash mob staged in a mall in Quebec is a good one. Reduce, reuse, and recycle, kids!
Unfortunately I can only speak to a heterosexual couple because that is my only area of experience. However, I don’t imagine there is much difference except for my stereotyping in the first step, which is facetious anyway. 1.
1. You don’t wake up to a Christmas tree–you wake up to bagels and a prolonged discussion about whether the family should consider going to a new bagel place because the lox aren’t sliced thin enough.
By Lance Pauker
I thought that a man crying was a rare and ugly thing, certainly nothing that I would encounter in my romantic life.
You were a founding figure in the “adorkable” movement.