Sometimes when I’m sitting there trying to come up with the answer to a security question, I get that awkward realization that the person I was years ago is basically a stranger at this point. What were you into in[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Trying to quit social media is like breaking up with a clingy ex who also happens to be holding your childhood photos hostage. “Oh, you wanna leave? Cool, cool. Say goodbye to… checks notes… your entire identity and sense of[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Autocorrect is like a well-meaning but overzealous assistant who just can’t resist improving your messages—often with hilarious (or disastrous) results. It’s that friend who insists they know what you’re trying to say better than you do, even when they’re spectacularly[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We live in strange times where science gets a participation trophy in the identity Olympics. Chromosomes? Debatable. Basic anatomy? Up for discussion. But mention someone’s skin color in the wrong tone and suddenly we’ve got PhDs in melanin analysis determining[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…