It’s Sunday, November 1st. The clocks fell back, and you’ve been handed an extra hour. Sixty glorious minutes. You could spend them trying to reset the clock on your oven. You could open the refrigerator six times to see whether anything has become more interesting. Or you could do something about the love life you keep saying you don’t have time for. Before you waste your bonus hour checking whether someone who ghosted you six months ago is still single, why not do something
I bought a $2,000 folding phone. It arrives December 23rd. I'll be in my Christmas PJs, holding vigil by the mailbox. (Yep, a moment of silence for my 12 Pro Max). So, Merry Christmas to me. For that price, it should fold laundry and stop me from sending “Just checking in!” to someone who has clearly checked out. Here’s the feature I actually want: “You have checked this person’s message 14 times. Go outside.” I would pay for that. Apple and Samsung, you’ve spent years mak
