Gimme Your Password! [Ask Dr. Miro: What You Didn’t Learn In Health Class]...

Dear Dr. Miro, I adore my girlfriend of six months but lately she’s been telling me I need to give her my email and Facebook passwords. When I said that I didn’t want to she accused me of being untrustworthy and secretive. I’m not hiding anything from her but I just don’t feel right about it. Should this be a deal-breaker & just get out? Sincerely, Should I Run? Dear SIR?, In our world with little to no privacy – people publicly blogging their Dear Diaries, pictures of family on Facebook, everyone’s home address a Google search away – it is important to hold onto some semblance of the personal. Sure, your girlfriend may think it is you being “untrustworthy and secretive” but really, where is HER trust? Her faith that you will not do anything to disrespect what you have together has to get in place, too. Maybe it will not. That is something you will need to feel out. This issue is coming up more and more. There has been a big deal made about middle and high school kids sharing passwords at an attempt towards special intimacy with one another. It makes sense: what else do they have to which no one else has access? There are some adult couples that even share email addresses! However, in the case with tweens and teens, it is bound to end messy. And, more often than not, the adult couples have a lot of issues around it, as well. Since you have discomfort with your Adored One’s demands, let her know. What is it about sharing your passwords that truly freaks you out? Think about it honestly. This could be a great opportunity to communicate what is and is not acceptable to both of...

The Nonexistent Nerd [Single White Nerd]

The day I ceased to exist stood out only in its unremarkability. I woke up, did fifty jumping jacks, some squats, a few pushups.  I watched some porn on the internet, shook my head in disgusted titillation, and hopped into the shower. I emerged, dried, pulled on some faintly wrinkled khakis and a button down shirt, and drove to work.  I parked my car in the overpriced garage a block from the office. I walked to the office and went up the elevator. Utterly unremarkable. Boring. I slid my key into the office door and unlocked it. Just like I did every morning. I opened the door and walked in. And the lights didn’t come on. The office lights were connected to a motion sensor. The lights would usually click on as soon as someone, anyone, entered the room.  I entered the room and they did not come on. Maybe I hadn’t entered the room emphatically enough. I stood in front of the sensor and jumped up and down. I did a jig. Waved my arms. Nothing, nothing and nothing. Assuming that the sensor had malfunctioned, I finally reach out and turned on the lights. They clicked on bathing the beige room in fluorescent light. Victory. I settled into my chair, clicked on the computer and immersed myself in the day’s work. First I returned a few emails, then reviewed some spreadsheets.  Within minutes, the snafu with the lights had been buried under a flow of information and electronic communication. About half an hour into the day, my co-workers arrived. I absently noted that the lights clicked on just fine for them. “I thought the lights were busted,” I called out as Olivia, a petite slip of a girl who sat in the center of the office less...

Dream Man Crazy! [Ask Dr. Miro (What You Didn’t Learn In Health Class)])...

Dear Dr. Miro, I met my Dream Man and am on the springboard of crazy. I can’t get him out of my head. Since he’s a famous actor, there are many shots of him online so I find myself staring at photos of him much more than I should and losing myself in daydream. We only spoke for a few minutes and yet I can’t stop thinking about him. I don’t want to Facebook him, even though he said I could, because that embarrasses me and I wouldn’t even know what to say. How can I stop thinking about him? Should I stop thinking about him? Please don’t say I should go out and hook up with someone else. I did that and it did not suit me. I guess I’m just a dreamy lover of love… Sincerely, Hopelessly Devoted to My Dream Man Dear HDTMDM, If this is truly a dream of yours, follow it. See where it may lead! What’s the worst that can happen? At least you will have tried. All you have to lose is the fantasy and if you are OK with that, I say: Go for Him!! I know that a lot of people may advise you to forget about this Dream Fellow and move on with your life, but I am not sure as to where you are supposed to move. We are encouraged to turn many of our dreams into realities so why not in the realm of Romance? When I look around at what people (possibly including you) are capable of accomplishing, things like raising families, starting their own companies, creating better worlds for us to live in… questions about talking to the woman or man of your dreams seems like a no-brainer. Putting yourself...

Reclaim Your Life with LifeScribe! [Single White Nerd]

Do you ever feel awash in a flow of information?  As if your identity is being shaped by the various social networks, newstreams, and push notifications cluttering your inbox and clamoring for attention?  Like you’re just a cog in a massive, convoluted information economy? You probably are.  And that must hurt.  Because if you’re reading this, you’re probably smart, you may read books and love them, odds are that you’re exceptional.  It’s hard to feel exceptional and distinguished in a sea of white infonoise. Friend, I want to tell you about LifeScribe, an innovative approach to Life Reclamation in the information age that lets you emerge as the Hero of your OwnLife(tm) and  promotes reading and appreciation of great authors to boot.   LifeScribe OriginsBack in olden times, not everyone was as exceptional as they are now.  Only a chosen few were considered worthy of having their exploits set down on parchment for the masses to consume.  These few, generally gunslingers, ne’erdowells, or big hero-types like Wyatt Earp went through life with a little dude, a scribe, scrambling behind them recording their activities with a fountain pen. These scribblings would become books, sometimes with illustrations. People would buy the books. The subjects of these “chronicles” became heroes.  People wanted to emulate them, to live vicariously through their adventures.  These heroes were exceptional.  Just like you.  You should be a hero.  Which means that you need a scribe. The Big IdeaThese days, you don’t need a little dude scrambling behind you with a pen to take notes.  You have Facebook, Twitter, Google Calendar, Yelp, and more.  You are your own scribe, creating the meta-narrative of your life even as you live it through comments, pictures, changes in relationship status, new jobs, and reviews.  Problem is...

Sam the Sham is Happy that the World is in the Toilet [Fierce Anticipation]...

Well dear readers, it’s Sam the Sham again. Let’s not waste much time with me delving into an esoteric reason as to why I am disgruntled with stuff. Just know it involves summer camp, mononucleosis, Transformers 3, giant spiders, not going to Comic Con, and a can of black olives. There. Now that we got that out of the way… FIERCELY ANTICIPATING Within ten minutes of knowing me, you’ll find out that my birthday is (and has always been) on September 11th. I tell you this not for the pity party, but rather because it explains why I find humor in the absolute bleakest of moments, and it also comes with a good story. The short and sweet version is that a girl in college, on Sept. 11, 2002, asked me if my birthday had always been on 9/11. I said “Yes, since I was born,” which, remarkably, saddened her. When faced with tragedy, rather than weep and moan, I try and find a way to get those around me to laugh. Distract us from the obvious plight. I am the anti-Fox News. So what am I fiercely anticipating, you might ask? (I brought it back. Relax.) The rough road ahead! Some people turn to the bottle in time of trouble. I turn to comedians. With a new season of Louie, I am reminded about the struggle of the day to day minutiae, and how it can be soul-crushing… and yet hysterical from an outsider’s perspective. Patton Oswalt is coming out with a new album to take a few pop shots at the establishment. And a new season of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia (which I have, thankfully, finally come around to watching) is going to remind us all that we are inherently good...