Yes, terrorists have been stopped, but neither the underwear bomber nor the shoe bomber were apprehended by the TSA. They were stopped by alert passengers.
It's natural to say that you want to be liked and respected, but when forced to make a choice, I urge you to seek the respect of your co-workers and your boss. Here's why:
It seems we have substituted real relationships and communication with our public image and personal 'brand.' Is it somehow more satisfying to be clever for the strangers of Twitter instead of the real people who are standing in front of you?
I have something to admit: I am guilty of a horrible crime.
For the past five years, Steven has been shoveling advice at singleape.com. The following is a weekly selection for the readers of The Huffington Post...
This is why people write to me, because they've exhausted their friends' patience with the minutiae of their situations. The good news is I can ask the questions most friends wouldn't dare ask.
Having her move out while I was at work seemed like an awesome idea at the time, but rolling home late at night to an empty house was a shock.
I noticed an exponential use of the preposition "like" that by now largely supplants the use of a comma that I started to fear that, oh my God, I myself might eventually, like, catch this bug.
I don't know about you, but I've had enough of "like." So where does this linguistic fixation with "like" come from?
You think it's annoying when someone starts a sentence with the word "ironically," when it most certainly is not? Or when McCain uttered "My friends" enough times to warrant a drinking game?
