Gabe Rosen's guest post #4
This is the fourth and final guest post by Gabe Rosen.
Yogurt. What a bullshit thing to eat. It's spoiled milk, OK? And stop ruining perfectly good fruit by mixing them all together.
As an amateur topologist, I'm extremely interested in the economy of spaces. Sometimes, when I see a bunch of cars parked on the side of the road, I try to calulate how many more cars could fit there if everyone didn't give himself a six foot clearance on either side of the car. Now, in some cases, this can't be helped. But I'll tell you what is really a waste: motorcycles in car spots. When I am in charge, this will be punishable by a minimum of ten years in federal prison.
Awkward, obligatory hugs. I'm as affectionate as the next guy, but it seems to me that our society has gotten so touchy-feely that people with the least little basis for connection somehow feel obligated to hug at every departure. Don't you ever want to say, "I barely know you. Why are you insisting that we touch in a personal and intimate manner?"
Having to justify why you don't like someone to someone who likes that person. Last night, my friend told me, "I can tell you don't like Maurice. He's a great guy!" I explained to her that Maurice has a weak handshake, contributes nothing to conversations, acts like I'm not there, and generally spoils the scenery. Somehow, this became my fault. I also hate being told I could grow to like someone if I only tried. Right, and I'm sure I could grow to like eating wombat eyes too. If I only tried.
People who benefit from nepotism and act as though they earned everything and are a better person than you for having successfully gone through the process.
Thanks to Gabe for a truly bitter week of entries. -Ramit
Yogurt. What a bullshit thing to eat. It's spoiled milk, OK? And stop ruining perfectly good fruit by mixing them all together.
As an amateur topologist, I'm extremely interested in the economy of spaces. Sometimes, when I see a bunch of cars parked on the side of the road, I try to calulate how many more cars could fit there if everyone didn't give himself a six foot clearance on either side of the car. Now, in some cases, this can't be helped. But I'll tell you what is really a waste: motorcycles in car spots. When I am in charge, this will be punishable by a minimum of ten years in federal prison.
Awkward, obligatory hugs. I'm as affectionate as the next guy, but it seems to me that our society has gotten so touchy-feely that people with the least little basis for connection somehow feel obligated to hug at every departure. Don't you ever want to say, "I barely know you. Why are you insisting that we touch in a personal and intimate manner?"
Having to justify why you don't like someone to someone who likes that person. Last night, my friend told me, "I can tell you don't like Maurice. He's a great guy!" I explained to her that Maurice has a weak handshake, contributes nothing to conversations, acts like I'm not there, and generally spoils the scenery. Somehow, this became my fault. I also hate being told I could grow to like someone if I only tried. Right, and I'm sure I could grow to like eating wombat eyes too. If I only tried.
People who benefit from nepotism and act as though they earned everything and are a better person than you for having successfully gone through the process.
Thanks to Gabe for a truly bitter week of entries. -Ramit
1 Comments:
I must say that I vehemently disagree with the "yogurt" comment. Yogurt is in fact good for you, so don't complain when people eat it.
http://www.mayoclinic.org/news2005-mchi/2795.html
I'll let the article speak for itself. Next time you want to call something bullshit to eat, take Ramit's advice AND DO SOME RESEARCH.
I don't know what you think of wine, but calling yogurt "spoiled milk" is equivalent to calling wine "spoiled grapes".
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