Since my parents’ divorce, my mom sends me emails most mornings, updating me on her life, thoughts, and online dating. Here are 12 of my favorites.
If you were anyone else, I’d worry about misinterpreted signals, but this relationship is so obviously platonic, so clearly brother-sisterly, I don’t worry about it.
*Based on real emails
Last week in Dallas, Texas, nearly 40 armed men, women, and children (!) waited outside a restaurant where a group of moms were eating tacos.
One thing you notice is how skilled Woody Allen is at hosting, deploying a consistently funny response to each question, with playful digs at Buckley like, “Mr. Buckley can’t do any dance invented after 1860.”
Their first violation of the social contract was in emerging from the womb, thereby increasing cumulative global repulsiveness, a new wart on the face of humanity, one more unwanted animal. How dare they inflict this aesthetic discomfort on fellow citizens?
1. He Has Fat Little Hands Whenever you try to hold his hand, he instead wraps his chubby fingers around one index finger. And that’s only if he exerts effort.
Everyone gets lonely sometimes, even the popular people who seem glutted with interpersonal relationships and regular human contact. It’s perfectly natural to feel alone, though not at all enjoyable.
The mind reels, unable to comprehend such an obvious void in the vast directory of images on the internet has gone unfilled until now, but here it is at last–Benedict Cumberbatch as a dapper cat.
There is a conception of childhood floating in the cultural stew that those first years are the best period of your life. I mean, how could they not be?