Societal rupture reflected in one family's life on the internet
on the neighborhood watchers of Nextdoor
It is the sort of app where you talk about having a headache, the fact that you’re horny, a memory you have of your father that still fucks you up, and of course, pictures of your dog, mostly to a cobbled-together group of people you’ve never even met who have, for some unknown reason, all agreed not to judge.
The drizzling stopped a minute or so later.
The best chance for a restaurateur in Taiwan is to be good-looking, win some kind of international competition, and also have switched careers to pursue a driving passion involving food.
At any time I may be called upon to explain some basic concepts of decency.
“Community policing” means so many things that it doesn’t really mean anything at all.
The laundry takes a while so I start quitting Facebook and Twitter during the spin cycle.