The week of April 5, 2015
There’s nothing an Instagram filter can’t fix.
In my own private cyberspace, no one can hear me scream.
Thanks to on-demand apps, I never have to leave my apartment.
I’d always wondered what my grandfather was like as a therapist—until one of his patients told me.
At what point will the dead outnumber the living on Facebook?
My ‘treadmill fail’ was the Internet’s comedy goldmine.
A video game confirmed my belief in the death penalty.
I can’t stop arguing with people on Facebook—and I don’t want to.