love freedom. And so it is with a heavy heart and a full awareness that I am committing a kind of cultural treason that I report the following: Freedom is ruining everything. Not political freedom. Political freedom is wonderful. I am, and have always been, in favor of people being allowed to say what they think, go where they please, and make their own terrible decisions about diet, recreation, and spouse selection without interference from the government. What I'm…
rsuasion is the art of getting other people to want what you want without having to use a baseball bat, a crowbar, or a PowerPoint deck that makes them wish you’d used the baseball bat. If humans were rational, persuasion would be easy. You’d just present your argument like a neat little tray of facts, and they would accept it. But persuasion isn’t all about logic and evidence. It’s about emotion, identity, mood, status, pride, resentment, what they ate for…
nfidence, for most of us, is not a steady flame. It’s a tea light in a drafty hallway. You’re feeling good. But then something happens you weren’t prepared for. Or your inner critic begins chattering away. And you make the mistake of listening… Poof. Confidence gone. Your brain starts doing that thing where it narrates your life in real time: You’re standing weird. Your smile is too long. Why are you smiling like that? Stop smiling. Now you’re not smiling…
st people see motivation like a fairy godmother: she magically appears, taps your forehead with a wand, and suddenly you’re the kind of person who does the thing. You “get in the zone.” You “crush it.” You become a creature of pure productivity and clean countertops. Unfortunately, she doesn’t always show up when you need her. So you find yourself still staring at The Task like it’s a live grenade. You could just sit down and do your taxes but…
ch workday we march into battle against the most fearsome foe imaginable: other people’s personalities. Every office contains exactly two types of people: People trying to do their jobs People bent on making #1 impossible. Most are low-level annoyances. There’s the Devout Scheduler who sets meetings the way Victorian doctors prescribed opium: generously, for every ailment, and with utter disregard for long-term consequences. We also have Beelzebub’s Barrister, that guy who always says, “I’m just playing devil’s advocate.” And then…
w many technological developments that happened over fifty years ago would be impressive to today’s teenagers? Not many. Well, can we please talk about how insane the Apollo 11 mission was? Seriously, this was the 1960s. A time when everyone’s idea of cutting-edge technology was a television that weighed as much as a small car and a rotary phone that doubled as an upper-body workout. Seatbelts were a fun suggestion and you could still smoke in hospitals. The height of…
st of us enter the workforce like wide-eyed toddlers clutching a sippy cup of optimism, ready to "make a difference." Then, one day, we notice that Becky in accounting is suspiciously good at turning other people's ideas into her own ideas. And Brad in marketing keeps getting promoted even though he hasn’t responded to an email since 2014. You try to focus on the work, but you realize that “the work” is just the background noise of this whole operatic…
all reach a point where we feel hopeless. Your inner monologue sounds like a rejected Alanis Morissette lyric and any level of optimism you possessed is now playing varsity level hide and seek. You’re Cinderella’s ugly stepsister in this fairy tale, and those shoes were never meant for you. You could use a little hope. Yeah, the thing people love to tattoo in cursive on their ribcage next to a butterfly. It’s the kind of word that feels like…
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