Can We All Agree Texting Sucks?

I blame the invention of texting for the decline of modern civilization.

Hear me out.

I’ve always disliked texting; I would ALWAYS rather have a conversation on the phone with someone, especially if I actually like and care about them. Texting is SO impersonal to me. Look, I’m a busy guy. Every night I make an hour-by-hour list of what I will do the next day (even scheduling in fun!). So, when someone texts me, and interrupts my flow, I find it as annoying as a fly buzzing around the dinner table while dining al fresco.

If you really want to talk to me in any meaningful way, CALL ME!! I reserve texting for short, terse replies, and quite frankly, work.

People — myself included, sometimes — have become too comfortable hiding behind screens. We’ve lost the sharp, excruciating discomfort of dumping someone in person, and the wonderful joy of seeing someone’s smile unfold and spread across their face when you’re telling them a funny story. We’re missing out on basic, human interaction. And it’s emboldened us to be lazy, shy, and withdrawn.

Society’s interpersonal decline started with texting, then became exacerbated by social media, and now we’re raising generations of children who don’t hang out with each other in person as much, where they’re supposed to learn basic communication skills and how to read nonverbal cues.

Why am I ranting about this? Someone texted me this week and asked me a rather serious, loaded question, wanting to engage in a text conversation. Their intention was so pure and kind, but I honestly would have rather jumped out the window than spill out my heart to them via text. Firstly, I can’t type that fast. And secondly, if you like me, just call me. I don’t care if it’s uncomfortable for you to reach out (another thing that has made us all more shy — me included, again), it’s good to be uncomfortable sometimes! If you really care, call.

Moral of the story? Call someone this week you like. Say hi, have an old-fashioned phone call, pretend it’s 1998. Do it for me. Don’t text.

At 9pm last night I was inspired. I saw these little Chocolate Date “Candy Bars/Brownies” on Instagram and HAD to make them.

Mine are not as gorgeous, but they’re CUTE, and that’s important. Best of all? They are the most fucking delicious things on the planet. Here’s the recipe.

I found another bodily affliction! Hurrah to being in my late 30s! I have eczema on my eyelids (?) WTF. So, my mom (who basically moonlights as my life coach) recommended Eucerin. And it works. If you have eczema, grab yourself a bottle.

The New York Times’ The Interview Podcast is so, so good. Hosts David Marchese and Lulu Garcia-Navarro are some of THE BEST interviewers around; they ask pressing, probing questions that get to the truth of their subjects, which keeps each guest on their toes (in the best way).

X-Men 97. It’s genuinely such a good show. Season 2 was NOT perfect. But the finale? I nearly cried. They always have ONE episode per season that makes it one of the best shows (seriously) on TV.

This is my typical summer uniform. Lightweight button-up, shorts, low top sneaks, sometimes a hat. You can’t go wrong.

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