On the vilification of snark
Has the pressure to be constantly kind turned us into blander, boring versions of ourselves?
Last Christmas, my little sister sent me a heartwarming festive message.
Naturally, I sent one back. My relationship with my sister is largely defined by snark. If I idly remark that I’m having a bad hair day, she’ll say, “Yeah, it looks like a firework blew up in it.” If she accidentally compliments one of my Instagram posts, she’ll quickly clarify, “I…
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