I’m sick and tired of cool. Cool—as an idea co-opted by the apathetic—isn’t something to which we should all aspire, it’s an idea that should die on the vine. Because to be cool in that context means to be icy, removed, and detached, our feelings pushed deep inside, inexpressible and moot. The air around it, the stench of insecurity writhing within it, the cynicism that feeds cool’s soul robs us of our inherent love and passion for things. Striving for cool makes…