This year, HBO’s Band of Brothers turns eighteen. To celebrate, I revisited that theatre of war, only to discover uncomplicated, problematic jingoism.
Those pushing for impeachment or the decapitation of the Trump administration should be careful what they wish for, as history is a brutal barometer in that regard.
I have something to admit. I live for the low blows and logically-inept battleground of Internet comment boxes. I know it’s a war where nothing is ever won, but I shoulder arms nonetheless.
So, the New York Knicks missed out on Kevin Durant, Kyrie Irving, and Zion Williamson. But you know what? We deserve everything we get.
Today we celebrate all things Star Wars, but 2019 finds our community at war with each other. In defending tradition, I believe we’re ruining the marvelous thing we’ve built.
As a gamer and a parent, I feel we need to heavily salt the negative sensationalism about gaming. Our kids are not at risk. In fact, quite the opposite.
Returning to the club scene which previously defined me, I’m confronted with the realization that my “not too long ago” was a very long ago indeed. Has it evolved? Or have I simply moved on?
I’ve made choices in my life. One of them was not having kids. Yet, disappointingly, I’m unable to escape the grip of Moana, or Frozen. My angst, it’s calling me.
Again, extreme violence has punctured the American landscape. But expecting change illustrates a complete ignorance of history. It repeats, because America allows it to.
Gaining friends as an adult is easy. Keeping them is the difficult part. The solution to social exclusion is a simple thing to decode … but it involves effort.