"Judging the behaviour of our friends accurately is impossible because we attribute positive qualities to people we like, according to a new report yesterday. According to a new study, people evaluate their friends’ behaviour more positively than they do strangers – regardless of actual performance on a series of tasks."
"Friends was about that time in your life when your friends are your family and once you have a family, there’s no need anymore.”
I have very recently come to realize that I am a terrible friend. Well, perhaps "terrible" is a bit of an overstatement: I will be there for you if you come to me in need, or really make any kind of effort at all, but otherwise I try to keep my head down and not get involved. There are plenty of reasons for this, mostly involving fatigue and heavy drinking and a crippling sense of dread at the thought of picking up the phone just to chat and catch up on your life. In a sense, our new electronic world has been a major accomplice in my declining amiability; [...]
What do NBA players do to blow off steam after practice? Apparently, it's put on Halloween masks and have a dance-off to Rick Ross' remix of Waka Flocka Flame's "Hard in the Paint." Kevin Garnett really does go hard in the paint! This is great.
Ooh, hyper-modern ethics questions! My favorite. "I went to high school with a girl who I came across on Facebook. She's clearly got an eating disorder. What on earth do I do? I can't just friend her, and say, 'Hey! We went to high school together twelve years ago and I just found your profile, and you need some help! Go Bulldogs!'" That would be amusing. But one answer for sure is of interest.
Over the past several years, my best friend and I have remained close through some huge life changes. I made the decision to get a divorce from my abusive spouse and she was right there with me, offering me a place to stay and moral support. She experienced an unplanned but welcome pregnancy which resulted in the birth of her first child. She also got engaged to the love of her life. I am now heavily involved in plans for her wedding. I love her dearly. However, there is one major problem with our relationship.
Both her and her new fiancée are active members of an international Multi-level [...]
On July 2, 1776, in a letter to his wife Abigail, John Adams wrote: This second day of July 1776 will be the most memorable epocha in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the Day of Deliverance by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations from one end of this continent to the other from this time forward forever more.
As it turned out, Adams was nearly right about this, [...]
Two new videos came out this week for songs sung by women in their early 20s. One is the one above. And while it's blatantly banking on reminding people of last year's smash hit "I Love the Way You Lie," and it's always creepy, because of what we know about her real-life past, to watch Rihanna flirting with the notion of domestic violence as turn-on, I like it. It's certainly very titillating. Like Requiem for a Dream, from which it also borrows heavily. The song itself is great, too, which certainly helps. Big dumb disco done just right. I think I like it more than any song of [...]
Have you started dating someone recently? Have you noticed that in the rush of your new relationship and finding out all the cute things about your new squeeze and the dates and the fun and the lovey-dovey social-networking proclamations and omg the sex that some of your closest friendships have run a little, well, cold? Well, OK, you probably didn't notice. (Because omg the sex!) But that's all right, because once you come up for air and/or breakup drinks, Science will be here to remind you why certain people haven't been returning your calls as quickly as they might have mere months ago.
No, I'm not some joyless prude. I was once like you, even. Remember when we were sitting around your apartment and decided to watch the trailer online? How we laughed! Someone had tried to adapt early 90s Trapper KeepersÂ® for the screen! And they'd spent a small nation's GDP to make it happen! If, some months from that point, James Cameron Trips Over A Fanboy Wishlist Into The Uncanny Valley wasn't going to be the flop of our young century, jeez, it really should've been.
Then we went about our admittedly terrestrial lives.
I am kind of a hermit. I didn't use to be. Anyway, I don't have any friends where I was transferred to three years ago (which is a pretty urban, cosmopolitan place, as long as you stay well within the city limits), unless you consider the Internet a land mass, nor do I feel like meeting or dating anybody or even having much sex even though I am gay and have quite an active libido. I am quite old, but I am fine with that too, much finer than I was with being young, in fact. Nonetheless, I'm conflicted about the fact that I think I'm [...]
"To find out what kind of caffeine ingestion Joey, Chandler, Ross, Phoebe, Rachel and Monica had over the 10 seasons of Friends, we need to make a few assumptions. First, given their famous mugs, we’ll assume that they drink 20 oz. coffees. Second, we’ll assume that each friend consumes maybe two of these enormous drinks each episode. Finally, we assume that this kind of coffee mainlining happened over each of Friends’ 236 episodes. If each friend drank two mugs of coffee over each episode, the whole gang downed, in total, 445 gallons of coffee. " —Have you ever wondered how much coffee the pretend people on the 'Friends' television [...]
"The online stranger is the great boogeyman of the information age; in the mid-2000s, media reports might have had you believe that MySpace was essentially an easily-searchable catalogue of fresh victims for serial killers, rapists, cyberstalkers, and Tila Tequila…. [But] Internet friendship yields a connection that is selfconsciously pointless and pointed at the same time: Out of all of the millions of bullshitters on the World Wide Web, we somehow found each other, liked each other enough to bullshit together, and built our own Fortress of Bullshit. The majority of my interactions with online friends is perpetuating some injoke so arcane that nobody remembers how it started or what [...]
If you subscribe to Jauntsetter this week—it's the once-a-week email about local and fun travel!—you could win, of all things, a heart-shaped 2-quart LeCreuset casserole dish, and there is nothing I want more, so win it and give it to me.
From a Times piece on the really nice real estate on display in many plays of recent vintage, despite the characters maybe not being of the means to afford said spreads: "Several of the set designers for these productions said that they did not aspire to reflect precise reality in their rendering of Manhattan and Brooklyn homes, but rather achieve exactly the sort of jealous stirring that New Yorkers can feel about the digs of their friends and neighbors." Weren't we all supposed to be done with the age of ire-stoking aspirationalism by now?
Huh! Toby Young, writing on Gawker-and billed as a "friend" of Gawker. Who thought that day would ever come? The former New York Press columnist and current Top Chef judge filed his Emmys report for the august webzine… which was published on Tuesday afternoon. This tardy report, thoroughly amusing, revealed little. Maybe if Top Chef won an Emmy, he would rush the stage! Maybe if it didn't, he would pull a Kanye! Neither happened. Most amusing: the sidebar of "related posts" on Gawker, in which Young is referred to as "vaguely annoying" and a "professional annoying person." (Disclosure: I can't even remember why I dislike Toby Young! He took [...]