The Late Twenties
Self-exploration and discovery don’t stop at the end of the twenties or upon graduation or after getting married or ever.
Self-exploration and discovery don’t stop at the end of the twenties or upon graduation or after getting married or ever.
That is exactly what It’s Always Sunny manages to do; it takes the depravity we all hold in common and, with a little creativity and a lot of imagination, makes it feel oddly magical.
The raven knows that the world is no friend to the vulnerable, and so it finds as many ways as it can to diversify its armor, to outwit its prey, and to outlive its enemies.
Specifically, I want to suggest that irrespective of the cloak-and-dagger politics it portrays, The X-Files does an excellent job of exposing our secret pleasure in conspiracy theories.
I went vegetarian almost six years ago. It started as a refusal to put my money into the meat industry and, once I lost the taste for burgers and sausages, it turned into a permanent habit.
We joked about casseroles and politeness and the American Midwest. Then he asked me how I like Cologne.
The woman in the white sedan will go home, call her best friend, and say: “I started crying in the drive-thru today, and they gave me extra napkins.”
Its branches bloomed with little white, fuzzy pearls that I thought were baby rabbits being born.
“All the lonely people / where do they all come from? All the lonely people / are they actually as lonely as they look or are they just having a bad day?” – Paul McCartney and me
I’ve never quite understood the call of the West, a siren song so strong that some will risk—and lose—their lives to follow it.