Does the value of an experience—whether joyful or tragic—depend on the act of sharing it with others? If so, is the meaning of life inherently tied to relationships and community, or can solitude offer a comparable sense of fulfillment and purpose in moments of significance?
After reading a fascinating post by @Beth Bentley on no-phone spaces a few weeks ago, I thought I’d have a crack of my own at the subject.
That took me down a rabbit hole of dancefloor etiquette, micro-detox events and whether the phone-free movement has legs. 📵
But this internecine internet feud is eclipsed, in Lorenz’s reporting, by a shadow thesis of which she seems largely unaware: that the engine for this corporate revolution—this rerouting of business models and marketing campaigns from “connection” to “content creation”—has consistently been white women. White women producers (as mommy bloggers,... See more
When I was in my twenties, thinking about what to do with my life, nothing (within reach) felt meaningful: I felt alienated, bored, and millennially troubled by every line of work I encountered or knew of. This was a lack of imagination on my side—I’ve known that for a while now. But I had a few experiences recently that made me realize just how... See more
devil's advocate - a story about the devil's actual attorney. "i'm a throwaway hypothetical for everyone, shorthand for 'hey lemme take the opposing view on this' but that's not what I do. night in and night out I have to defend Lucifer. sure the pay is good, fine, but..."