Personal
It is our nature, generally, to be really bad at measuring progress over time.
We wince a bit when uncles and aunts tell us how much we’ve grown, until we go back to our bedroom doorframe every birthday morning, and notch another pencil mark a few inches above last year’s mark.… Read the rest
In college, dudes spent a lot of time talking about how many women they’d slept with.
It was common. Standard, even.
It’d be a bunch of guys sitting around in someone’s apartment, pre or post-club, talking about how bad some girl was, and how she was up on them, and how she wanted it bad.… Read the rest
I’ve wanted to write for a long time, the same way people start every year wanting to “get in shape.” I talk about it a lot, to anyone who’ll listen to me. I bookmark blogs. I follow writers on Instagram. I start things, sentences, and then delete them.… Read the rest