The Enneagram Broke Me
If they design a test that determines where bad metaphors come from, I’ll definitely need to take that one. But otherwise, no more tests. Because the enneagram broke me.
Tagged: armchair psychology
Helen Rosner — Actually, How Donald Trump Eats His Steak Matters
What does it say about a leader that he always has his steak well-done, slathered in ketchup?
The Persistence of Myth
In which Presidential peccadilloes, parables of patrimony, and persuasive proof pool to peer into a prosaic psyche.
Appealing To A Certain Demographic
If we live in the age of the politics of personality, then perhaps litigation offers a window to a candidate’s embittered, unpleasant soul.
