Read receipts have achieved a certain level of infamy in the smartphone world. It’s understandable that people are wary of such a feature.
Allow me to explain, for the dwindling race of smartphone-lacking heathens out there reading this (on their antiquated ‘laptops’, I presume), that a ‘read receipt’ (pronounced ‘red’, not ‘reed’) is a notification to the sender of a text, or texter, that the receiver of the text, or textee, has read the texter’s text.
And for the record, ‘texter’ and ‘textee’ are hereby words. Get with the program, Merriam-Webster! Continue reading →
As we know all too well, weed gets kind of a bad rap. Let’s face it: drug use in general gets one hell of a bad rap. It seems everyone knows someone whose life was destroyed by drugs.
See? Instantly when you read that sentence, your mind conjured up an image of the stereotypical drugged-up moron. The bumbling idiot who wears his Bob Marley tank top with pride (yet can’t name more than one or two of his songs), rocking his marijuana leaf socks, recording Snapchats of every bong rip he takes, posting about 4/20 on Facebook. He probably doesn’t have a job. He certainly has no ambition. Continue reading →
This might come off as arrogant, but I like to think I’m a pretty smart guy. I always got good grades, went to good schools, and made good decisions – until I went to college; at least that was my family’s perspective.
After I started college it took me about a year to realize that I was finally in a position to start making decisions that would lead to true happiness. I didn’t have to worry about hearing that universal phrase every kid hears at least once in their life: “This is MY roof you’re living under, and until YOU start paying the bills YOU have to do what I say!” (I’m sure I’ll say something like that to my kids one day but for now it still makes me cringe). Continue reading →
Editor’s note: Vegter Animus is a new writer here at Everything Wrong with Today’s Youth. While this is his first article on ewwty, he has been writing for a long time. If you love this article (which you will, because it’s awesome) check out his blog:Project i•Am•You
You Thought You Were The Only One
How many people graduate from college and enter the so-called real world only to find that a life of deadlines, repaying debts, stress and getting fat isn’t what they signed up for? No one told you this was part of the deal on the balmy August afternoon during freshman orientation while we were doing trust falls and sharing our dreams with one another. Yes, college lied to you about the plight of your future. The question is: why?
After you get over the thrill of handing a healthy portion of your paycheck to your local bartender every Friday and Saturday, you too realize that being a member of the “real world” just doesn’t seem so glamorous anymore. Continue reading →
However, the last time it was updated was 1997. And frankly, it’s not very well written. I mean, in the realm of independent psychedelic drug literature from the 90’s, it’s a goddamn masterpiece. But the average reader would find digging through his puffery-laden language and endless digressions rather tiring. I know I did. Continue reading →
Like Mr. Cranston, DMT has been around forever, but has exploded in well-deserved popularity over the past five years.
But DMT, like Mr. Cranston, enjoyed varying levels of attention long before then. Most psychedelic drug users from two decades ago surely knew of Dr. Rick Strassman. Similarly, most TV viewers from two decades ago surely knew of Dr. Tim Whatley.
In the same way Mr. Cranston’s superb acting makes the viewer forget they’re watching TV, DMT’s profound hallucinogenic effects make the user forget they’re tripping on a drug. Both hijack your conscious state in very different ways.
And like Mr. Cranston’s career, the future of DMT (in terms of scientific research) is as exciting as it is unclear.