RIPE REFLECTIONS

Who has an economics degree, a day job questioning irrational behavior, and has to rationalize her questions at every dinner party?  

Turns out, people are endlessly readable if you know where to look. The perpetual double-date foursome where one couple props up the other, the pseudo intellectuals methodically working through their Substack rotation (is it Jean Baudrillard this month, or is it tech bros trying to acquire taste), and, three drinks in, the worse half of the foursome bickering in the corner. There is always more going on than anyone is letting on. 

Ripe Reflections is where the unfiled observations go – the ones that I wouldn’t get paid for at my day job, but I must nonetheless report. 

Who am I? Someone who’s moved around a few times – first to Istanbul, then to London, UK, and now living in Toronto – and never stopped noticing. Eventually, the noticing had to be recorded – because when our civilization crumbles, and it inevitably will, and the dinner parties disappear just to re-emerge again, whoever finds this floating around in the ether will think: “Why yes, I know someone just like that!” 

If you find yourself in these pages, you’re probably already who this is for, so stick around and spread the word if something sticks.

Oh, and the stories you will read here are memoirs. Some names and characteristics have been changed to protect the guilty, the wicked, and the foolish. Some events have been compressed, and some dialogue has been recreated. 

P.S. Everything you see here is human-made, devoid of anything artificial, with a hint of intelligence.