“What’s the difference between a farrari and a boner….? I don’t have a farrari”—This is a text I got last Sunday afternoon from a boy I met at a bar a while back, and was feeling vulnerable enough to give my number to. This reminds me of two things: 1) Boys are so dumb sometimes and 2) Poor spelling is an epidemic (and it’s also a little unattractive, frankly).
