Many hours were wasted on that game.

But if you ran out of medals you should probably give them out less often. Just a thought.

But walking into a Sambo’s meant being immersed in the visual world, which was loaded with racist tropes. Sambo was depicted as a foolish child with dark skin and either a giant grin or eye-popping fear.

Again, I was a kid in the 1970s and I knew it was racist.

It was real, and even as a kid I knew it was wrong.

There are people like that, and they are exhausting. It’s essentially a selfish use of a communal good, which is the shared environment.

There’s a limit to silent annoyance, of course. But my officemate noisily ate a smelly egg breakfast every day and I just bided my time until I could move.

I have no idea how to say that idiomatically in German, but it struck me that those are both “true” friends.

The individual who has a breakthrough often feels compelled to call it a “system” and start telling others about it.

The great advice someone has is just what worked for them. It will probably work for others, especially if it repeats common advice, but it won’t work for everyone.

I know, because that's what I did!

This is a johnny-come-lately who is just acting out a script that VCs are already sick of.