By now we’ve all read or seen or heard about The New York Times article skewering all-male book clubs. These groups, consisting entirely and exclusively of men, purportedly get together and do nothing but read books by men about men. And, we can only assume from the context, also drink whiskey and tell sexist jokes and reminisce about the good old pre-women’s suffrage days. Whether this is genuinely newsworthy or just calculated clickbait, I’m not sure, but one thing is certain; the corresponding outrage is real. Continue reading
I know, I know, we were sorely missed, and you didn’t know what you would do without us. But DA is back, and better than ever!!!!!!!!!!! So many pent up ideas; so many intelligent thoughts. So many questions. Sometimes you never know what a good thing you have until it’s gone. Prepare to be amazed!
You start with the premise that you are doing or not doing something someone else wishes you were not doing or doing. Never mind reasons why. Never mind whether there is any definitive correlation between what you are actually doing or not doing and what they think you are not doing or doing. Just start with that premise.
If you set out to generate the most boring possible concept for a book, from scratch, you probably couldn’t do much better than What the Best Law Teachers Do. Co-written by law professors Michael Hunter Schwartz, Gerald F. Hess, and Sophie M. Sparrow, it is essentially a book about law professors, by law professors, describing the role law teachers play in the most boring experience you could ever possibly encounter: going to law school. Continue reading
When I was growing up (picture the place where Generation X meets Y), “unrealistic expectations” did not exist. There were no limits. Nothing was unattainable. The only boundaries were those enforced by the furthest reaches of my imagination. The only career advice I ever received was “follow your heart,” “follow your dreams,” “you can be anything you want to be.” And I believed it. Continue reading
How did I get here from there? Just pure, blind luck I guess. And crowd following. And fitting in. And uninformed decisions. And non-decisions.
There was a lot of not knowing what I wanted, I do remember that. Or who I was. Or who I wanted. Continue reading
Weekend, you used to mean something.
You used to stand for fun, and leisure, and, well, fun.
Now you stand for nothing but missed opportunities.
Oh, how I used to love you, Weekend.
Caught a brief excerpt from Conan O’Brien’s speech/routine at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner. He said something to the effect of:
for those of you live-tweeting this event, don’t forget to use the hashtag “#incapableoflivinginthemoment.”
Like so much of comedy, it’s only funny because it’s true.
Don’t we see that? People so eager to tweet about some exciting experience they are having that they cut the full experiencing of it short? Continue reading