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What is Irony, Anyway?

My mother instilled in all her children a love for language. Dinner discussions frequently involved word games, anagrams, and vocab flashcards, which probably evolved as a way to encourage talking from three morose and competitive teenagers. I guess it’s not too surprising then that, later in life, my brother and I found ourselves on opposite sides of a quintessentially 90s linguistic harangue.

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