relax. what you think is a crisis…isn’t. you just like using the word crisis because it justifies your fanaticism concerning the subject. as you discuss the subject your voice raises about 5 decibels a minute until you are screaming at the top of your lungs and the spittle is flying from your overactive mouth as your arms flail about in wild gesticulations. but no one else cares. and you know why? because it’s just. not. a crisis.
seriously, if everything that the YWN coffee room thought was a crisis, actually was a crisis, then we’d be oif groyse gehackte tzures. relax. wipe the spittle from your face. reign in your appendages before you poke my eyes out.