I started this post six months ago. It was originally titled, "Being Sexy is a Depreciating Asset". That seemed a little too incel-ish, so I stuck it on the shelf. Then I came across this recently-published study of dating habits and decided to dust off the original thesis, as it appears that being sexy is indeed a depreciating asset.
There's a little renaissance of plastic conservation (mostly about not using straws). Reading these clap-myself-on-the-back posts reminds me that we seem to be missing the point when it comes to being earth friendly.
Short post today on a trend I see in literature, movies and theater that I have never heard anyone comment on. There is a decent-sized sample of literature where, for lack of a better term, the plot is driven by what I'm calling "Sex Rage (TM)", essentially the actions stemming from the failure of the protagonist to get laid or have their emotional/intimacy needs met by their romantic interest.
I don't just show ya'll the smart things I do. This blog is all about showcasing the shit ideas and things that never should have been. Like this ill-advised investment in Moviepass, AKA Helios and Matheson.
Noah's Inner Monologue
Scribblings of a man who can barely operate an idiotproof website.