Maggie Shnayerson

Issue forth all the clever heavy-handed points you please, fellas: Until you’ve been trapped in the middle of a Vomit Epidemic at a remote boarding school, the location of which was chosen to inspire community, Thoreauvian adolescent epiphanies and the assurance that anyone using a ten-speed (fastest transport available) to make a break for it would have little luck, then YOU COULDN’T POSSIBLY RELATE. THE AGONY. THE FEAR. And the HELPLESSNESS.*

Honestly? There really are no appropriate circumstances under which it is acceptable to use the word “interface” as a verb. None. I don’t want to hear it, IT folks. None.