I'll Declutter If I Want To

In which I give way to bitter sarcasm about a piece in the Washington Post.

We all survived the first day of school pretty well, and, of course, I didn’t take a single picture. It is not cute or propitious to snap pics of teenagers in hoodies wrapped in blankets with papers and junk scattered abroad. Every brow is furrowed, every finger is silently scrolling over the mousepad, every ear is encased in a clunky headphone. I thin…