Meeting The Mother And Teaching Sex Ed

By Hazlitt
We don’t know what this is a world record of, but it involves Coca-Cola, Mentos, Nutella, and condoms and is somehow still safe for work.
 
Whoa hey, new Jonathan Lethem story, “Pending Vegan,” in the New YorkerHere he is talking about it.
 
“A Big Brother contestant once e-mailed me in the middle of the night to complain about the unfairness of something I’d said in a recap that was, by then, probably two or three years old. I consider this the most tragic self-Googling accident I’ve ever witnessed.” NPR’s Linda Holmes on the end of Television Without Pity.
 
Ever wonder why stodgy old late night shows like David Letterman’s sometimes book hip young cool bands like Future Islands? Okay, we guess Future Islands isn’t that young, but here is an answer, regardless.
 
Mozilla, the company behind Firefox, appointed Brendan Eich its new CEO recently. In 2008, Eich donated $1,000 in support of Proposition 8, the referendum that sought to prohibit same-sex marriages in California. OkCupid came up with a novel way of letting users know they’d prefer if they didn’t use Firefox to access their website anymore.
 
The Walrus provides an in-depth feature on new approaches to sex-ed for teenage boys, who are “The most frequently ignored demographic when it comes to sexual health.”
 
Jaime Weinman at Maclean’s did not really like the How I Met Your Mother finale last night, but at least it is now over and we can never talk about it again, okay? 

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