Self-Censoring
There’s a story I want to tell in all its glory, a perfect Kodak Moment that should be the one by which all other Kodak Moments are judged. It happened some weeks ago, and it involves a humiliating situation in a very public place—pants falling, alarms going off, you know, that sort of Kodak moment. The thing is, I don’t really feel free to tell that story because it involves someone else, and for their sake I’d rather not share…