Fortunately, environmentalism is a double-headed monster and I'm allowed to choose which head I follow: one is the true conservationist which we all must tolerate, and the other is the affluent and bored elitist in need of a conspicuously righteous hobby. The latter is more my speed.
Science fiction has had some stunningly accurate premonitions. And we're not talking about broad predictions, here. No, this stuff is impressively accurate.
A big chunk of the world economy runs on human weakness. Peer pressure, vanity, insecurity, the fact that we just cannot resist the sight of melted cheese. There are some other, much weirder scientific principles that factor into what you buy. You might not know about them, but the people selling you things sure as hell do.
It seems like we decide what we are going to be afraid of by drawing randomly from a hat.
Science 1. Ghosts 0. Creepiness 100,000.
In a twist of fate so beautiful you want to make passionate love to it on the couch with the blinds open, science is now claiming that the most seemingly innocent things you do (or did) on a daily basis can be just as good for you as a lifetime of exercise and carrot juice.
While most of us do what we can to lead a morally sound existence, some completely unexpected factors can turn us from mild mannered to extremely dickish in no time.
For all my zombie slaughter, I spend an equal amount of time inventing new ways to curse at the game.
Why let animals enjoy a natural buzz, when science is more than willing to step in and take that high to new hilarious, bizarre, kind of mean-spirited heights?
When women claim they're misunderstood, they're not kidding.
These disguises are so weird and utterly convincing, you won't you're looking at real animals until they're right behind you.