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You Could Go Crazy Thinking Of How Unprivate Our Lives Really Are - The Omnipresent Security Cameras, The Tracking Data On Our Very Smart Phones, The Porous State Of Our Internet Selves, The Trail Of Electronic Crumbs We Leave Every Day.

'brave' Is One Of Those Words That Has Been Bleached Of Most Of Its Meaning These Days, Thanks To Far Too Many Appearances In The Glaring Light Of Ad Slogans And Corporate Public Relations. I Never Thought About Anything As Brave Anymore; It Just Seemed Like A Flabby, Glib Cliche.

Animals Can Seem More Pure. Without Complication, I Mean, Animals Are Selfless. What Animals Do For Us, They Do Out Of Instinct.

I Wish I Had Coined The Phrase 'tyranny Of Choice,' But Someone Beat Me To It. The Counterintuitive Truth Is That Have An Abundance Of Options Does Not Make You Feel Privileged And Indulged; Too Many Options Make You Feel Like All Of Them Are Wrong, And That You Are Wrong If You Choose Any Of Them.

I Remember, When I Was A Kid, Watching My Mother Jam Herself Into Her Girdle - A Piece Of Equipment So Rigid It Could Stand Up On Its Own - And I Remember Her Coming Home From Fancy Parties And Racing Upstairs To Extricate Herself From Its Cruel Iron Grip.