June 2009
7 posts
Would you change your race?
This is one of those classic questions in this game, and I’m kind of surprised at myself for not asking it sooner. And I say yes: I would change my race and, frankly, I’m kind of suspicious of people who wouldn’t – especially those I suspect are wary of losing any privilege they’ve been afforded by virtue of skin color. Also – if you’re playing along at home, can I remind you not to think of...
Would you promote a Ponzi or other multi-level...
Sure, you can be all negative and dwell on the worst parts of the Bernie Madoff story — like the stealing and the lying and the sending grandmas to the poorhouse and the roasting widows and orphans alive and the terminating puppies and unicorns with extreme prejudice — or you can try to look for the positive aspects. Like, um…for example (this is right off the top of my head)...
Would you live in Chernobyl for a year?
Now that I think about it, I’m actually kind of surprised that no one has come up with a Chernobyl-themed amusement park (filled with forlorn, decrepit rides and a gift shop stocked with pricey bits of rubble and tangible broken dreams); or, say, a really trendy, expensive, Chernobyl-esque neighborhood. (“You simply must see her hovel. It’s just the ultimate in post-apocalyptic...
Would you live the next year having to poop using...
Wow. You know that your commitment to not having a day job runs for reals deep if you’re willing to shit out of your stomach for a year for money. Which I am. I know — I could hardly believe myself, either. But let me tell you: Colostomy bags have come a long way since whatever super gross image you have in your brain. Apparently, you can have your colostomy bag — the standard...
Would you play Russian roulette?
IT’S GUEST BLOGGER FRIDAY! TODAY’S QUESTION WILL BE ANSWERED BY…ME, KALI, ACTUALLY. I’LL BE AWAY NEXT WEEK (ALLO, BERLIN!), SO I’M TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THIS LAST DAY IN THE COUNTRY TO POST MY OWN PARTING THOUGHTS INSTEAD OF HAVING A FILL-IN THIS WEEK. LIVE WRONG AND PROSPER WILL BE BACK ON JUNE 17TH.
The very existence of Russian roulette is surely a reflection of the darkest...
Would you pull a Timothy Treadwell and move to the...
Remember when Travis the wine drinking, car driving, Internet perusing, baseball watching chimp went fucking apeshit (sorry) and pulled that lady’s face off? I do. I remember, very specifically, that in the aftermath, the question on every faux-solemn, pretend-thoughtful news person’s lips seemed to be, “What could possibly have caused Travis to suddenly go bananas...
Would you not leave your house -- meaning not set...
There are some dares that seem to speak to me in cooing, soothing, Siren-like voices and this is absolutely one of them. Dear Dare: Je t’aime. I imagine that most people would probably say no to this out of fear of developing an acute and possibly maddening case of cabin fever in just a day or two, but not I. Quite the opposite. I think I might actually thrive if I could just be left alone...