Growing up with my lout of a father, my fear-shocked brain demanded that I remain thankful for every moment I remained safe or alive. But I rarely said thanks—until the one day I did.
If the “like” remains the basic unit of reaction on social media—and therefore, of online life—then the most powerful force is indifference.
I might be, in many ways, a different person now than when I signed up for Ashley Madison more than a decade ago. And yet, I can’t escape reminders of the ways in which I may be very much the same.
Maybe handwriting is neither a lost art nor an anachronism; perhaps new technology will show there is some useful alchemy left in the way language, the body, and our sense of identity intertwine.
On preserving and celebrating the present, from Meerkat to Knausgaard, one fresh crisis after another for all eternity.
The desire to refresh, recharge, and reinvent ourselves is natural, even healthy—but resolutions tied to objects and tools tend to disappoint us.
Anthropologist Gabriella Coleman wanted to write the definitive story of Anonymous. Her new book explains why that was an impossible goal.
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