The people we surround ourselves with are generally reflections of ourselves. This becomes problematic when we take our anger out on our friends.
To some people, living in a state like Iowa would be considered torture. Good on them; they can stay out. Leaves more Iowa for me to enjoy.
Malcolm Gladwell probably won’t turn his Revisionist History eye toward Eminem and Michael Jackson, but he should. As always, our outrage was misplaced.
Is there a fine line between fat shaming, and brutal honesty? I think so. You may not agree, but give a read and let me know.
Are your best friends people you have absolutely everything in common with, or do you associate with people you disagree with?
There’s a belief that “Nice guys finish last,” but do they really? Isn’t the reality of the situation that genuine people finish first?