The New York Times Bought Wordle and Now My Life is a Joyless Slog
A eulogy for the little word game that made a big difference.
Here are three things that happened yesterday:
1. My daughter texted me that a man had been shot in the head right outside of her window in Washington DC.
2. My NYC apartment building suffered a fire. The halls filled with smoke, I banged on my neighbors’ doors to make sure they were OK before descending 11 flights, carrying my elderly dog, only to find my neighbors already down there. (Maybe I didn’t hear them knock?)
3. There were 116,000 new confirmed cases of COVID-19 in the United States
Then this morning, something terrible happened. A news flash on my phone shook me to my core: The NY Times Buys Wordle.
Good Lord! Is nothing sacred?
If you’re not already playing Wordle, the suddenly super-popular online word game, then you’re at least seeing Wordle everywhere. Social media is filled with yellow and green squares touting people’s daily Wordle scores. SNL put Wordle in a cold open. Stephen Colbert is a fan. If you’ve somehow managed to miss the hullaballoo, Wordle is a free, no ad, once a day, online word game where you get six tries to guess a five-letter-word. Kinda like Mastermind, but with letters.
