Stop wasting money on workshops. Here’s what you need to know to build public cachet and supercharge your career. — Y’all … you just gotta cackle at capitalism sometimes. One quarter, corporations hoover up high-salaried talent at record rates. Next fiscal year, fearing a recession, they wipe out double-digit percentages of their workforces, leaning all the way into the very thing they feared. Welcome to 2022: The Year of the…

Feeling worthless? You might not be spiraling, you might’ve just skipped a meal. Plus, 11 other quick mood enhancers to try. — I’m a real bitch when I’m hungover. For me, the day(s) after an epic bender is a relentless cacophony of catastrophizing. “I’ll never live up to my potential and still don’t know what I want to do with my life” “I’m lonely and a garbage son/brother/boyfriend/friend” “I’m 40 and I’ve…

The Tesla CEO’s Twitter purchase is no mere portfolio addition; it’s an escalation of an arms race in the war over truth itself — I will begrudgingly confess: I really wanted to like this guy. I’ve spent my life working in tech and my off-hours as a vocal advocate for environmental preservation and space exploration. So when he first came across my radar as the public face of an electric car company and a…

A rhapsody on existential despair in B-minor. — 26percent of American adults didn’t have sex at all in 2021. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Squadoosh. Some of you are going to read the headline and the opening data point and immediately jump into the comment section to fire off a clip full of the usual “men are trash” and “women…

Alright, content writer peeps — let’s settle this once and for all. — The world’s bestselling car is a Toyota Corolla. The world’s most popular ice cream flavor is vanilla. The world’s most popular second language is English. If I had to guess, they are not your favorite car, your favorite ice cream flavor, or the language you’re most excited to learn. Objectively…

A simple strategy for people who want to live longer, happier, healthier, prosperous lives. — If you’ll briefly indulge me, I need to lead this piece off with just one quick, casual gloat: I have a damn fine life. I have a beautiful home, a wonderful partner, a solid family, a kind community of friends and colleagues, and an enviable set of skills and talents…

And there were too many left to speak for us. Most of them were wrong. — Look, friends. I don’t often react to op-eds. I find that skewering some other blowhard’s take on a timely and time-sensitive topic is, usually, nothing more than a cheap internet trope played for quick bucks and shallow validation. (Trust me, I can be a blowhard all on my own.) I…

On sandcastles, legacies, and the meaning of life itself. — As of October 3, I am 40. Exactly 10 years prior, I woke up in a parking lot, homeless and carless and flat broke, about two hours before I ever cut my first check from writing. Had you told me a decade ago that I’d find myself exactly here, I…