I'm 41, so here's my much older and wiser take: 1) Don't worry about Bhutan, your kids would hate it because there's no smoking. 2) Nobody short of Tom Ricks can really discuss the Middle East intelligently, so don't worry about that either.
The rest, you're on the hook for. Step it up, would you?
Thanks, all. Hearing all this is exactly why I wanted it to be out in the world. You're all very kind and I am glad it's helpful.
I also popped in to say that I munged my very own Twitter handle when I submitted this, argh. I'm @smellsofdetroit without the underscores, if anyone was wondering.
OLD-TIMEY PEZ DISPENSER. That is a Spy-worthy epithet. Well-played, madam.
What worries me about this essay is that it nearly begs the question of whether evil is legitimately definable, especially as an intrinsic trait of a human being. The problem is less that women aren't allowed to be evil than that anyone gets characterized or reduced as such. Calling something "evil" walls off solutions to the problem presented by the behavior or event. What's the use in it, besides absolving ourselves of the responsibility to find the best solutions?
Maybe this question will illustrate just how dense I am, but how can anything be "infinitely dense"? I can't tell if that is something a science journalist trumped up, or if it's some sort of mathematical idea, or... ?
Charming and funny and touching. More, plz.
@stonefruit SRSLY, this is one of the best turns of phrase I have read all year. Respect.
You see a headline like "RIP to This Old Clam" on a site like the Hairpin and you get some strange initial impressions.
I feel like the bigger revelation here is: When did Cosmo start hiring actual funny writers?
On Q: Why Does This Grape Tastes Like Cotton Candy? A: Because It Was Genetically Engineered to Taste Like Cotton Candy
I would've said that, because these grapes stray so far from community standards for this type of fruit, they can only be considered statutory grapes, but then I remembered that grape jokes are never funny.