

The Ninth Commandment
(Thou Shalt Not Bear falsw Witness) I’ve just served (if I do say so myself) a pretty great meal. I look at my husband in anticipation of a round of applause…. Silence. Jaw. Jaw. Actually, I didn’t just cook it, I marinated the hell out of that chicken, then sautéed, added chopped… Jaw Jaw. I prod: “So, are you enjoying the meal?” He glances up momentarily. “It’s great. All your meals are great.” Jaw Jaw Pointedly: “I was asking about this one.” (Oh oh, I’m starting to sound


Troglodyte
. (A Luddite is a person who isn't good with technology. A troglodyte is a cavema.) I like to think of myself as a digital kind of person. I love new gadgets. I’m excited about trying driverless cars. (Based on my driving they have to be a safe bet). I laugh at predictions about the future, Hey, I remember when they said that in twenty years there would be flying cars. And then they sent a new cable box. My husband is just the opposite. He’s been known to call me in Los


Enshitification
. Hi, I’m Amanda. How can I help you today? I need to speak with an agent. Okay… You can tell me what you’d like to do? Actually, it’s complicated. I need to speak with a representative. I see. You’d like to book a flight. No, I want to speak with an agent, a representative. Right, so you want to dispute your air miles Agent! Agent! Okay. I didn’t understand your question I want to speak to an AGENT! You can speak to me. I can’t speak to you. You’re a machine. I see. You wan


