All it took was a photo.
One look and I was filled with feelings I didn’t know I had, for someone I wasn’t dating. It was more than attraction, and more than chemistry. He was smiling at me. The photo was for me, and it made me deeply happy in a way I hadn’t felt in more than a year.
Then came the question:
What do you do when you’re more than just attracted to someone else, and you’re already in a relationship?
The first answer you might give is nothing, but that’s not always the right answer. It’s just the safe one. …
When I was 19, I decided to quit.
Quit what, exactly?
I dropped out of college. I quit my job. I stopped talking to my family. I resigned from all the clubs I was in. I broke up with the guy I was dating. (Okay, he broke up with me.)
I called up one of my best friends and cussed her out.
For two weeks, I basically squatted in a drug dealer’s house, in a room with no furniture besides an old mattress someone had left. …
He didn’t look angry or hurt when I finally showed up, forty minutes late. He just laughed and ordered us a drink.
“What happened?” he said.
“I fell asleep.”
He laughed. “You really do look like you just woke up.”
We started talking about the book he was reading, which he’d brought with him. I went on to offer my explanation, how I’d tried to take a nap after work; I didn’t want to look tired on our first date.
There were a lot of things he could’ve done. He could’ve left. He could’ve guilt-tripped me. He could’ve pouted. Instead, he let it go and we had a great time. He could do that because I was telling the truth, not trying to make up some excuse. That night said a lot about both of us. …
My uncle is the kind of person everybody knows, but nobody ever talks about. The last time I saw him was back in the 80s. He came asking my dad for money. He had a plan to scam the stock market.
He was already broke, and under investigation for fraud.
My dad kicked him out.
When he was younger, my uncle was great at convincing people to give him money. He was even better at losing it. Every cent he charmed out of someone’s grandma, he squandered.
Over time, my uncle lost more than just other people’s money.
The best job he ever held down was selling used cars for a few months, before he tried getting into real estate. That’s where he lost the last little bit of cash his wife had managed to hide, for their kids. …
We’ve been handling him all wrong.
For years we’ve called Donald Trump a toddler, but we haven’t treated him like one. We’ve been doing the exact opposite of what you’re supposed to when a toddler throws a tantrum.
We’ve made things worse, not better.
This realization occurred to me while reading through parenting guides for ideas on how to deal with my own child.
There’s a lot to learn here, and it’s better late than never. The worst of Trump’s tantrums are yet to come, especially the closer we get to Joe Biden’s inauguration in January. The big orange baby’s not leaving the public spotlight anytime soon. Neither are his supporters. …
We still haven’t learned much when it comes to Donald Trump. We keep making all the same mistakes. He’s not going away unless we do the unthinkable: Treat him like he doesn’t matter.
That would be hard, because the truth is nobody really wants Trump to go away — not even liberals. Americans are deeply angry right now. Half of us need someone to hate. The other half needs a hero who can hate on their behalf. Trump does both.
Donald Trump knows how indispensable he is. He’s a political novelty. So he intends to keep fuming over the election results. He’ll remain a looming presence in our lives. He’ll spend the next four years threatening a 2024 presidential run, even if he doesn’t actually plan on it. He might or might not get someone to ghostwrite a comeback book for him. …
If anyone has earned life in prison, it’s Donald Trump.
Joe Biden would be better off pardoning a thousand turkeys. Nonetheless, this idea has been floating around the Internet lately, especially after a controversial op-ed piece by Michael Conway over at NBC.
It’s a bad idea, for several reasons.
Ultimately, there’s no point in offering Trump a pardon. It would do nothing but blow up in Biden’s face.
Right now Donald Trump is looking at multiple charges of fraud, sexual assault, and defamation. Once he leaves office, he could be looking at additional charges over abuse of power and obstruction of justice. …
My brother-in-law wants to visit for Thanksgiving. We had to tell him no, twice, then defend our decision over video chat.
He gave us a condescending smile. “I understand.” He’s still planning to see elderly relatives, then return home for dinner with his parents, both in their 60s now. “I’m not that worried,” he says. “I’ve got a killer immune system. I’ve been taking elderberry. You should try it.”
He’ll be driving across multiple states, with no choice but to pull over for gas and bathroom breaks.
You’d think my brother-in-law is some gun toting heathen. He’s not. He has a master’s degree in fine arts. …
It looked like American democracy was falling apart for most of this year, but it wasn’t. It was being tested. It was being stretched.
It was evolving.
When we say things like “the collapse of democracy,” we’re lying to ourselves. The truth is, democracy has always been a bit of a fairy tale in the land of opportunity. Studies have shown for years that Americans live in more of an autocracy, governed by a wealthy elite. Not everybody agrees, but the big take away is that there’s a bunch of rich people out there who want to strip us of our rights, and they’re working on that all the time. …
She cringed when he touched her. “Is that a bad sign?” He also wore a wind suit to their first date. Both things were concerning, but the cringing part was probably a deal breaker.
“Usually,” I said, “you shouldn’t cringe.”
That wasn’t the biggest problem, though. It wasn’t that my friend couldn’t find a decent guy, or that all of her relationships ended within a few months. It was that she was constantly asking for advice she didn’t need. She did this for years, until she wound up marrying a guy who ghosted her three times. …