It’s like that drawing. Is it a beautiful young woman, or an old crone?

Seriously. All I could think was, how is it possible for someone to write all that shit out, probably read and reread it several times before having to send it, and still have any doubt about what’s happening to them?

I know when you’re not in a given relationship the objective frame of reference makes things look simpler than they are to the people involved...but holy shit, LW2

I don’t drive, because I live in a country with excellent public transport so there is no need to drive if you live in an urban area. I also got a year’s paid leave with my son, get free health care, paid sick leave, subsidized child care, free higher education and I have never worried that I would be the victim in a…

Or, you know, just a generally accepted fact.

People complained that the last movie seemed rudderless.

Everything else aside - the use and integration of “Blue Monday” into this trailer was phenomenal. Sound effects for breakbeats, symphonic adaptation - all spot on.  Slays the tired ‘ominous, brooding version of a pop hit’ music, hopefully.

I made this switch with my 5-year-old, especially with sensitive “grown-up” subjects like religion and homelessness, and it has led to some interesting explorations. Highly recommend.

A couple of every day style stories here, at least compared to the extremes that this column can go to.

Bro if you own a Tesla without a vanity plate that rivals the d-bag level of any coal roller are you even really singlehandedly saving the planet?

A little surprised Tesla hasn’t rebranded it or spun it off and started selling licenses already.

The “We both love Kant”/“We’re not a book group” is the perfectly pithy way to refute Rob’s (incorrect) assertion in High Fidelity “what really matters is what you like, not what you are like.” Brilliant.

Chidi crossing his legs and revealing the boots made me laugh out loud.

Now I have two “good byes”

“These trivialities demean me - I must away and tend to my ravens.”

I loved that this whole episode and the the 300+ years of Chidi’s memories are all unfolding in the seconds of Michael snapping his fingers while there is mayhem happening behind him. And then he wakes up and Eleanor doesn’t care about that drink any more.

The show has been very consistent about Eleanor and Chidi finding ways to find each other, and making each other better.

Soulmates are not found. They are made. That Michael and Chidi talk was something beautiful.

The Handmaid’s Tale and Testaments are not meant to be aspirational.

Last month I ran out of Q-tips and started using my roommate’s store-brand cotton swabs. The shaft of the swab was just a plastic tube with rough little bumps for the cotton to get caught on. I used them to clean my ears for about a week before the cotton part just came off in my ear. I did my best not to panic. I…