Once upon a time, I
spent two weeks in Edinburgh, hanging out in a sprawling hostel, getting yelled
at by teary-eyed Bulgarians about my president’s foreign policy (I cried, too!)
and learning that “Edinburgh” is pronounced “Ed-in-bur-uh.”
Though I spent quite a bit
of time in Edinburgh pubs, I never learned what “social capital” was, nor
how can it could get me laid. “History of
Single Life” author Ken
Mondschein did:
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