We live in a world where we think everything worth learning should be Google-able, but the truth is that we use easy answers as a crutch to support us as we fumble along on legs that aren’t strengthened by the workout routine of inquiry.
Unfortunately, my triage mindset has leaked out into my personal life, and I now do this with men. Yup, it’s true: I triage my dates.
The server, now finishing up her closing work, stopped all of a sudden and said to me, “Oh my gosh, you don’t have a phone or anything to look at?” I held up my LG. She literally put her hand to her mouth.
But make no mistake, ‘Do unto others as you would have them do unto you’ is a flawed statement. It would only work in a dreamlike utopia, where every person exhibits an identical preference and attitude—a scenario I truly believe would bore me to death.
So every week, but especially during this weekend, we hold both at the same time. Sin and grace. The already and the not yet. Death and resurrection.
“You know, I may be a complete stranger, but it seems as though you’re a very intelligent person with a lot to give the world, and I can see you practicing law someday. Just a thought.”
During Plead the Fifth, Andy asks his celebrity guests three questions, one at a time, and he tells them that they may only choose not to answer (“plead the fifth”) to one.
It should be noted that the entirety of Shaw’s has gone sitcom quiet again. You get the feeling they’re waiting for their elder statesman to pass a type of judgment.
With so many cynosural queens clawing to be the center of attention, watching Drag Race can feel like attempting to view fireworks through a kaleidoscope.
There were so many unknowns I couldn’t control or explain, so I just avoided them. All of them. Everything. I avoided everything.
