why revolving doors should be a thing of the past

Last week I shared some things I liked. Let’s talk about something I don’t: revolving doors. A brief rant on this: sometimes, it feels like the door behind me has it out for me, and then I’m stuck awkwardly shuffling to maintain pace. Sometimes, the slots are so small its insulting. The sensitivity of revolving doors is so unpredictable that it feels like its own kind of Russian roulette. If it was a revolving door instead of a large stone in front of Jesus’ tomb, his resurrection plot may have been foiled. I leave you with this desperate rallying call: We want more traditional doors!

I’d also like to leave you with some thought-provoking questions that have been on my mind. Perhaps you’d like to mull them over as well: Why am I on team Halley Kate, but have an intensifying itch to dye my hair red? Can we save the ginger brand after Sophia? Would you rather be Olivia Munn - or John Mulaney’s child? Is it Freudian to secretly want both?