The first time I walked into a gym was around fifth grade, to lift weights with my middle school cheerleading squad. Thirty years later, the gym is like home to me. The sights, the sounds and — lord help me — even the smells are part of a familiar, comfortable place.
More and more jobs are vanishing, and they aren’t going to come back.
But it’s a weird sort of vanishing. Until the late ’70s, our increasing worker productivity meant more pay per worker, and a drop in prices of goods. At that point, we started to need fewer workers to make all the stuff anyone would want, and that meant that wages dropped, too. Some of this briefly got hidden by “offshoring” — it was cheaper to move manufacturing to China, then to Bangladesh, and so on — but now those countries are starting to see automation take jobs away, too. The cost of production is dropping to zero.
A recent study by Zava, a British company focused on sexual health, surveyed more than 1,000 Europeans and Americans to see how people prolong sex and found that 5 percent of men admitted to thinking about their “mom, dad or a grandparent to hold off on coming too soon.” The idea that some dude was thinking about his grandma while I was doing him doggy was too much for me to bear, so I put the call out to my Twitter followers to see what else was on their mind during the deed.