Put it down

To the women in my life: Put down that salt shaker. Please. The food really doesn't need it.

Salt is such an American seasoning. Bland. Just like our best selling beer.

You can do better.

But please, mom, sisters, you don't need that.

Please.


Tell them to their face? I've had trouble talking to people lately. I alienate. I try to be reasonable but when you put someone on the defensive like that they only get pissed. I need to try to get people to think that my ideas are actually their ideas.


But what do I know. I still have 11 sharpie slash marks on my arm from hanging out with the track team.