The fat guy spilling over the armrest next to you; the douche-bag hauling on your headrest from behind; the brat screaming non-stop across the way in 12C; the aromas wafting from the lavatory; are all pleasant distractions from the deep vein thrombosis inducing stress positions required to contort oneself into a coach class seat.
Yet despite all of that, Slate’s Matt Yglesias suggests we stop whining and learn to appreciate the wonders of modern air travel.
I have to say, I agree.
If you’re a U.S. citizen then you probably already know that today is tax filing day. We wanted to be among the first to say, lucky you. More than that, though, we’re here to help take the sting out of the occasion by offering an observation that may make these days a bit less taxing in the future.
I’m too sexy for this beach.
Birds do it. Bees do it. Elephant seals certainly do it, but do they really need to be so rapey about it? It’s enough to make you wonder whether the males wouldn’t benefit more generally from some anger management classes.
A girl in Los Angeles plays in front of The Wall Along Wilshire; the longest section of the Berlin Wall outside of Germany.
Everywhere Once 