Super Bowl 50 was a boring game. Most of its commercials were too. Like the poor guy in AstraZeneca's opioid-induced constipation ad, I kept longing for something truly big to happen, but I too was poop out of luck.
The reality is that, biology aside, the life course is pretty subjective. There are twenty-year-olds who are married with a full-time job. There are forty-year-olds who are still in school. There are twenty-five-year-old homeowners. There are forty-five-year-olds who live with their parents.
Trendcasters scouting for in-the-know teens need not visit Bangkok. Apparently, in 2015, the edgy youths of Thailand's capital have only just caught wind of Sizzurp, a.k.a. Purple Drank. Welcome to the mid-aughts, Thailand.
As I sit typing this possibly craptastic piece of writing, listening to "These Hoes Ain't Loyal" by the acclaimed Chris Brown and Lil' Wayne, I am brought to the first side of this puzzle: are cynics in the right?
The n-word has the blood of thousands of lynchings, beatings, and other horrific crimes melded between its letters, meshed in its very fibers. So, why do some white people want the right to use this abhorrent word again?