...that if you judge your own success by your credit score, I’d like to point out there is a Kool-Aid stain on your shirt.

I look over and the most angry of the two called out across the tables “What the fuck are you looking at?”

Caught a bit off guard, I stumbled. “Do I know you?”

“No, but I know YOU. You’re Don Hall. You’re a piece of shit!”

…that shaming people for not voting is still shaming people. Persuade them or suffer the consequences of your lack of creative effort.

…that the days you really don’t want to go to the gym — making excuses, promising yourself that you’ll fast that day if only you can skip — but do are the days that matter most.

Shaming doesn't accomplish what you think it does. I mean, sure, it makes you feel like you're part of some sort of solution—the internet tribal equivalent to the end of Game of Thrones where the evil woman (I don't watch the show) is stripped naked and has to endure taunts and vegetation thrown at her. It does not, however, move things forward in any real way.

I swear to Gawd and All That is Holy that this will be my last word on two specific issues: the public shaming I endured this time one year ago AND Hedly Weiss.