I Live in an Uninhabitable ‘Boy Room’ – Can a Comedian Save Me From Myself?

If the floor mattress is the symbol of an austere (if fulfilling) life, the Boy Room is the product of a more indulgent lifestyle, one that produces a clutter of empty beer cans, crumpled tissues (overflowing a rarely emptied wastebasket), and bunched-up bedsheets.

It’s a strange thing, being the parent of a teenager. One thing to raise a little boy, another entirely when a person on the brink of adulthood looks to you for wisdom. I feel like I have little to give. I know there are fathers who see the world a certain way, with clarity and confidence, who know just what to say to their sons and daughters. But

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“It’s hard to comprehend fully — like, we did this from our bedrooms,” Barlow said in an interview on Monday.

I don’t like living alone. This insight brought to you by my brother, who is visiting me and currently laying on my living room floor laughing at something at his phone. I feel warm and calm and deeply okay.

When he thinks about it—and he does think about it, sometimes—he wonders whether this is all a mistake and he ended up in the wrong head. Because he can’t help but notice that next to him at all times is a hectic ball of orange fuzz that was living here when he moved in.

One of the quieter casualties of these pandemic months is dedicated space. Hospitals, grocery stores, and warehouses have held on to clear functions, but for everything else, there’s your apartment. Confinement leads to a kind of versatility; it means we figure out how to use the same room to work and raise kids and play and sleep, the same ingredi... See more

These glimpses — never overshares — into Klein’s home life have helped him become more than just another New York Times know-it-all. Recently, he joked that listeners were getting a taste of what pillow talk is like in his house when his wife, the economist and Atlantic staff writer Annie Lowrey, came on to sort out a question they’ve clearly been ... See more