In response to comments by my family and friends, I like to make jokes about the superiority of Android phones, and I often speak about my love of Android phones to my friends in jest. I sometimes reflect, however, on the weird role that phones play in our lives.
Being funny in a second language is hard. That was one of the first facts I realized after coming to Duke as an international student.
People will always project their best versions and share their highlights.
As SNL’s crucial 18-49 demographic becomes increasingly made up of Gen Z viewers, it faces another problem: it can’t seem to figure out what the new generation finds funny.
Not to say I wish to become her, but whenever I feel like the weight of growing up is almost too heavy to bear, I know I can always open “Neuromancer” and find that razorgirl who spits out her tears instead of shedding them.
I could pretend that I’ve broken my cycle of desire, and that I’m one of those ascetic, holier-than-thou minimalists who don’t believe in owning silverware. But it’s all a lie. I will admit that I am, at my core, a very materialistic person.
Is there a right way to “handle” our time in life so that we feel we are indeed effectively working our way toward a greater goal without sacrificing physical and mental health and depriving ourselves of intellectual nourishment?