Natural, natural, everything natural. I’m a sucker for it, Shinto-ish environmentalist and object-worshipper that I am.
Both the sandwich and I were ‘made in China’ but with an undeniable Americanness.
Everything I do is done behind a desk. And now, now? Now I can even use this Peloton. I don’t even need to run in the rain.
At detention centers, these prized possessions go straight into the trash. A devastating omen for the way immigrants are treated in this country.
There are horse girls and there are Internet horse girls.
To me, these never felt like steps to sprint through on the way to simulating life, but life itself.
As cliché as it’s become to say, I found myself needing this game in a way I could have never accounted for, even with all my years of fanboying.
I am no gentile, but a Jew, with chill Jewish parents, who loves the pepper-and-onion slice at Alfie’s.
It’s very calming, very methodical, very good if, say, someone you love has died, but you know the world cannot stop, and you can’t either.
There’s an irritating coyness to the language around wedding expenses: they’re not expenses at all, they’re “investments.”