I have a lovely life. I literally go for years and years and years without enduring any serious kind of conflict with anyone. Much of this is because I am a big pap - I just kind of go with the flow. But I'm learning to hate email this week. Email is fine for arranging to meet for a movie or for a snarky aside about someone at work, but it is fucking horrible otherwise. And this is why. Your tone and your intent is very hard to discern, and subject to both the sender's and receiver's pre-conceived notions and stereotypes. So the answer is to pick up the phone.
Politicians in Britain are falling over themselves trying to be hip and down with the kids. It's a bit on the lame side, I have to say, and I would think a never ending challenge. It does seem to be largely a British phenomenon, but there's some here too. It's still preferable to embracing these values.
My son just went outside and told me it's hailing. I love that dramatic weather. As long as it doesn't hurt my already beat-up car.