I just stood there like nothing was wrong, hoping no one would notice. But EVERYONE noticed. Every player on the field was staring at me, and although I've since blocked out their laughter, I'm sure they were laughing at me. How could you not laugh at something like that?
It was a bit demoralizing to inflict such a price on my body for a tiny bit of normalcy -- a few minutes of conversation. But there is something truly magical about making a plan, carrying it out, and the outcome proving to be very close to how you envisioned it.
If enough users agree to The Terms, maybe Lord Zuckerberg will finally put the doors back on the bathroom stalls and stop broadcasting our personal phone calls over the company PA system.
The Academy Awards are this weekend and I recently discovered that Stephen Bannon, Donald Trump's Chief Strategist, was a failed movie producer. I doubt he ever had dreams of winning an Oscar, but you never know. He produced a couple awful films, including one with Sean Penn, and even tried to make a rap musical... Continue Reading →