Back in the 1960s, the construct was two angry eyes and the phrase, “burn, baby burn.” Now it’s “melt, baby melt” — and two rolling eyes.
Or, two contrasting headlines:
- If the polar ice caps melted, how much would the oceans rise?
- Louisville ‘luxury’ ice company elevating bourbon-drinking experience
Addressing the latter, that’d be fancy ice made from filtered limestone water, cut via a band saw into different shapes and sizes, and available for use with premium spirits
Can any of you find Ukraine on a map?
Searching for meaning during the crisis of consumerism, by Kelvin Qian (The Johns Hopkins News-Letter)
… How should you have fun and practice “self-care” next to the end of the world? Certainly, consumerism isn’t the answer. But we pretend it is.
Every week I see my friends have fun (usually, but not always, via Instagram) by taking their friends out to fancy meals, buying tickets to hyped-up concerts, or travelling to distant lands. But when it all comes crashing down, we must ask ourselves: Was that hot pot dinner, that BTS concert, or that “life changing” trip to Japan worth it?
This question “Does consumption equals happiness?” is a vexing one for our times.
