Last night, while sipping on my $6 gin and tonic standing in a night club I had just paid $25 to get into, I felt compelled to text to google “define farce.” Later that evening, when I heard a techno song that sampled Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech, I was compelled to text to google “define bastardization.” And even later that night, when a drunken hispanic girl told me I had a nice face, I felt good about myself.