The hill I will die on: Questions can go unanswered. Stop pulling out your phone | Helene Rosenthal
I don’t care what the capital of Uzbekistan is. I want to trade celebrity gossip and hear how your marriage counselling is going It’s been
I don’t care what the capital of Uzbekistan is. I want to trade celebrity gossip and hear how your marriage counselling is going It’s been a long, dreary winter. I am at dinner with a group of friends when someone wonders aloud when the first day of summer is.
Lizzie insists it’s 21 June, Cleo is equally sure it’s 1 June. Sylvie says she is willing to bet her coveted The Row flip-flops on Cleo’s answer. The social rewards from “arguing” over this far outweigh knowing a trivial piece of information that no one at the table will remember.
And yet, we can’t help ourselves. Invariably, someone pulls out their phone, does a not-so-quick search online, and then declares, as though she has uncovered something truly revelatory, the first day of the astronomical summer is on the summer solstice, 21 June.
Whereas 1 June is when the meteorological summer begins. Helene Rosenthal lives in New York City and writes about families, friendships and relationships Continue reading...
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