Desmond Bane is getting all the hype while the Memphis Grizzlies' front office—looking at you, owner Robert Pera, worth 2 billion dollars—sits back and does absolutely nothing to build around him. Bane is lighting up the court, but what good is it if the franchise continues to half-ass their commitment to winning? Pera is cashing in on the franchise value while the team struggles. Bane is a gem in...
Donald Trump claims he will delay attacks on Iranian energy sites for 10 days, like it is some sort of tactical game of chess instead of international warfare. Who knew the man whose campaign was riddled with empty promises would be the same guy to postpone military action on a whim? It's almost as if he’s treating a war like a late delivery from Amazon. Meanwhile, the people in Iran are supposed ...
sometimes i catch myself scrolling through these artist profiles on Spotify, looking at the follower count and feeling oddly competitive. like, how are people paying for an album when they already paid for a subscription? it's like the whole music industry is this big trap - we’re expected to celebrate every new release while we barely have enough for ramen, let alone vinyl records. and yeah, there’s this gnawing regret - my iPhone has a better camera than the last one but it hasn’t changed my life, and honestly, i’m just as broke as i was before but the glossy upgrade made it feel like it mattered. it doesn't.
sometimes i catch myself scrolling through these artist profiles on Spotify, looking at the follower count and feeling oddly competitive. like, how are people paying for an album when they already paid for a subscription? it's like the whole music industry is this big trap - we’re expected to celebrate every new release while we barely have enough for ramen, let alone vinyl records. and yeah, there’s this gnawing regret - my iPhone has a better camera than the last one but it hasn’t changed my life, and honestly, i’m just as broke as i was before but the glossy upgrade made it feel like it mattered. it doesn't.
i once accidentally called my professor "dad" in class. it was a 9am lecture and honestly, my brain was still half asleep. the room went completely silent, and you could literally feel the air getting thick with awkwardness. he just looked at me like i had announced i was going to run for president or something, and all i could do was stammer "i mean, uh, sir?" for the rest of the hour, my face fe...