I will be the first to admit that there are times in my life when I simply have no filter. I am not always the highest self-monitor. By that I mean, for the sake of my social self and the emotional comfort of those around me, I could stand to think a bit more before I speak. For instance, when a set of twins at my high school were involved in a tragic game of Russian roulette, one twin was killed and the other remained alive. In rare form, I blurted out to a group of mutual acquaintances, “Well, at least I will be able to tell them apart now!” NOT my finest moment. Continue reading “Censorship”