It's a lovely Friday afternoon in May, and I know what you're doing:  you're idly surfing the web and pretending to work.  No judgement implied there:  I'd be doing the same thing, except that idly surfing the web happens to be my job.  So I'm firmly resisting the temptation to idly file office supply invoices.

Anyway, you're not going to do any work, so you might as well admit it, and sit down for a nice chat.  What do y'all want to talk about?  Open thread.

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