Opinion

There is a collective hallucination currently infecting our cultural memory. If you listen to modern media or scroll through “revised” history on social media, you’d be led to believe that the slang of the late 20th century was only used by a handful of fringe bigots or “problematic” outliers. That is a flat-out lie. The reality is much simpler, much more pervasive, and much more uncomfortable for the “virtue” era to swallow: for decades, words like gay and retarded were the undisputed, universal standard protocol for every kid in the country. ...

The first NutRageous I ever had came from a gas station. Orange wrapper, weird name, never seen it before. I bought it because everything else in the display had been picked over and I was hungry enough to try something unfamiliar. What I was not prepared for was an involuntary, immediate, full-attention physical reaction: this is different. Every component doing something. Nothing gratuitous. Nothing filling space. The kind of balance you genuinely don’t expect to encounter between a register and a gas pump. ...

AMC wants you to think they’ve done something generous. Something for the fans. A little thank-you to moviegoers for sticking around through Marvel fatigue and overpriced ICEEs. What they’ve actually done is hand you a plastic bucket and said: “Now you can keep paying us $6 for popcorn… but feel good about it.” This is the AMC Annual Popcorn Bucket — easily one of the most ridiculous “deals” in the entertainment industry. A promo that only works if you ignore the math, the fine print, and common sense. ...

I honk back at everything. It doesn’t matter who the horn was for. It doesn’t matter if I can even see the car that produced it. If I’m behind the wheel and a horn goes off anywhere in the vicinity, I honk. Once, firmly, with purpose. Then I continue my drive like nothing happened. I’d been doing this for years before I ever thought to question it. Then one afternoon, somewhere in stop-and-go traffic with a horn going off three or four cars ahead — aimed at someone I couldn’t see, about something I’d never know — my hand went reflexively to the center of my steering wheel. Afterward I asked myself: why do I do that? Why am I joining an argument I was not invited to? ...

You might think that “Slurpee” and “Slushie” are just two different words for the same icy treat. If so, you’d be wrong. In the world of frozen beverages, there is a massive divide between an engineered masterpiece and a cup of flavored ice. If you want the best, you want a Slurpee. Here is exactly why they aren’t created equal. The Slurpee: The Champagne of Frozen Drinks A Slurpee isn’t just a drink; it’s a Frozen Carbonated Beverage (FCB). This is why it’s exclusively found at 7-Eleven—it requires a heavy-duty machine that injects CO2 into the mix under high pressure. ...