I found myself at a multi-generational, multicultural dinner party last week at a table full of *** educators and relationship experts. As it does in great company, conversation quickly turned to modern *** practices — namely, the art of ***ting. An Austrian woman in her 40s wanted to k**w, “If the eggplant emoji isn’t an eggplant emoji, then what is it?”
I took out my phone and opened a blank message screen and typed out an eggplant, a hand pointing to the right, a tulip, three “raindrops” and a wave. I then handed her my phone. “Ohhhhhhh….,” she said, blushing. Read more...