On the need for emotion

There’s been some hubbub in Reformed circles recently about how you’re supposed to tell your feelings to “shut up” because presumably Jesus wants you to. Ultimately it doesn’t matter if you’ve been following the back-and-forth; it’s something that tends to crop up a lot in those theological circles. Here’s what I think about that: asideContinue reading “On the need for emotion”

The 19 Individuals who are Ruining Burning Man for the Tech Bros

The Honeypot: attractive girl paid to stand in front of steampunk leatherwear or wallet-busting, all-inclusive camps. Like everyone else, dressed in a few wisps of bespoke spandex; a fair-trade body chain; forehead crystals; and thigh-high boots to ward off the chemical burns of the toxic alkali Black Rock desert. Looks sexier in this costume thanContinue reading “The 19 Individuals who are Ruining Burning Man for the Tech Bros”

For the not-all-men

My little brother once carried an unconscious woman to her friend’s house so that the man who had roofied her, whoever he was and nobody seemed to know, would be far away; so she would wake up in a familiar and comfortable place. This is for all the men who have chosen to use theirContinue reading “For the not-all-men”

Hipster Yuppie First World Problems

1. Never been to Burning Man. 2. Whole Foods Kombucha selection not local enough. 3. My spa-day anti-aging intravenous vitamin drip is making my arm burn a little bit. 4. Have to keep hitting “connect” every 30 minutes for the free wifi at the airport. 5. Bartender is out of smoked hibiscus salt. 6. GoogleContinue reading “Hipster Yuppie First World Problems”

Tamar, 1% temptress

Dear friends, This is Jonadab, Prince Amnon’s confidant. I am happy to report that Amnon is repentant and has accepted the gospel. Ammon really nailed himself over this stuff to me, so please accept him back into the fold and remember: I’m still a great guy even though I’m friends with men like Ammon. Why?Continue reading “Tamar, 1% temptress”

Depressing diatribe on date-rape

Maybe it’s the mid-January slump where people are most likely statistically to commit suicide, but in the past six days, I’ve learned that five of my friends have been date-raped and that a sixth friend, whom I already knew was raped years ago, had been raped again recently. Nobody reported any of it. Additional women voicedContinue reading “Depressing diatribe on date-rape”

How (not) to bribe a Mexican cop

Tulum is uneventful, unless you consider shopping, yoga, food and beach time eventful. I try not to voice my opinion that I feel like I’m stuck in some alternate reality created for tourists, although I frequently fail. We leave for home at 3:45 am on Christmas Eve, filling up the gas tank on the wayContinue reading “How (not) to bribe a Mexican cop”