One of the most peculiar ways we vent our frustration about lost, disappearing, or never-gained freedoms has to be “It’s [insert the year here].” I get it and I’ve said it. Hell, I will say it right now: it’s 2017 and we’re trying to convince the leader of the most...
Thoughts from November 9th, 2016. A date which will live in infamy? Because there’s no better way to get to know each of us than on a day when when we all woke up crying. If there’s anything that we knew that morning, it was that we were glad we had our...
