
Sharks in the Bathroom (When Irrational Fear Takes Over)
I have a fear of sharks. Let me amend that for accuracy: I have a completely irrational fear of sharks. It’s all Steven Spielberg’s fault. After seeing Jaws as a child, I

I have a fear of sharks. Let me amend that for accuracy: I have a completely irrational fear of sharks. It’s all Steven Spielberg’s fault. After seeing Jaws as a child, I

You can boycott Target if you want to, friend. I’m not going to try and change your mind anymore. I’m not going to argue with you. As for me, I’m

I still think back to an afternoon in downtown Raleigh, when I stood with strangers in protest of North Carolina House Bill Two and of the discrimination it manufactured and nurtured

“How did I become the bad guy because I don’t want guys in the bathroom with my daughters and their friends. Just pee in the damn bathroom your supposed to!”

I have a fear of sharks. Let me amend that for accuracy: I have a completely irrational fear of sharks. It’s all Steven Spielberg’s fault. After seeing Jaws as a child, I

You can boycott Target if you want to, friend. I’m not going to try and change your mind anymore. I’m not going to argue with you. As for me, I’m

I still think back to an afternoon in downtown Raleigh, when I stood with strangers in protest of North Carolina House Bill Two and of the discrimination it manufactured and nurtured

“How did I become the bad guy because I don’t want guys in the bathroom with my daughters and their friends. Just pee in the damn bathroom your supposed to!”