I interrupt the peaceful gloom of Sunday night to announce how much I loathe vaping. There are bigger issues afoot but everywhere I went this weekend–every party, restaurant, corner–people were neurotically bent over their little glowing logs like they were nursing baby bottles. Back in the day weed was a group activity–we passed around joints or bongs in a communal effort to visit a different consciousness together. I understand vaping really is medicinal for some people but for a lot more it’s running away from the party with your arms crossed. It’s engaging in the most vapid self-medication in plain sight. And it’s not sharing your toys. They should call it vape-id-ing.
I interrupt the peaceful gloom of Sunday night to announce how much I loathe vaping. There are bigger issues afoot but everywhere I went this weekend–every party, restaurant, corner–people were neurotically bent over their little glowing logs like they were nursing baby bottles. Back in the day weed was a group activity–we passed around joints or bongs in a communal effort to visit a different consciousness together. I understand vaping really is medicinal for some people but for a lot more it’s running away from the party with your arms crossed. It’s engaging in the most vapid self-medication in plain sight. And it’s not sharing your toys. They should call it vape-id-ing.