I’m Mr. Nice Guy
For yearsandyearsandyearsandyears now, I’ve had a grudge against the word “nice”. It’s a nothing word. It’s a non-committal word. It’s bland, near-meaningless and flaccid. Plain. Vanilla. Un-descriptive. The trigger that caused my hate-on for the word was a British sitcom from the ‘70s, whose title and details now escape me. A guy had asked someone (partner? Friends?) their opinion of… Read more »