The hill I will die on: Questions can go unanswered. Stop pulling out your phone | Helene Rosenthal

I don’t care what the capital of Uzbekistan is. I want to trade celebrity gossip and hear how your marriage counselling is going It’s been a long, dreary winter. I am at dinner with a group of friends when someone wonders aloud when the first day of summer is. Lizzie insists it’s 21 June, Cleo is equally sure it’s 1 June. Sylvie says she is willing to bet her coveted The Row flip-flops on Cleo’s answer. The social rewards from “arguing” over this far outweigh knowing a trivial piece of inform...

By Helene Rosenthal