Dark Secrets
Can I tell you a secret, Internet? One that you have to pinky-promise not to tell ANYONE, especially not my classmates for fear that I might be burned at the stake?*
I like contracts. Not even the class or the professor. I mean the actual subject matter.
I know, I know! I’m so ashamed. I know I’m supposed to hate it. And I know that as a former immigrant activist, I should really be interested in a more “squishy” area of the law like torts, where there’s a ton of wiggle room.
But there’s something…alluring…about having actual rules. It’s not always fair, but it’s straightforward, like Hammurabi’s code without all the death. (FYI, contracts class would be more interesting if the looming propsect of death presented itself in some cases.) There’s none of this overly philosophical “but what does foreseeability TRULY mean? How far down does the rabbit hole of liability go?”
No, Morpheus. This isn’t the Matrix. Don’t try to baffle me with your bullshit. Did Neo mail his acceptance of the red pill before you revoked your offer to give it to him? Yes?
Then tough shit. Your ass owes him widgets (whatever the hell those are).
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* This secret, as an offer, is legally unenforceable for numerous reasons. Also, I’m unsure as to whether a “pinky promise” would be considered to be a sign of “manifesting acceptance” that would hold up in court**
** I’m slowly going crazy. Please don’t make me go to law school anymore.
Confessions of an Aztec Law Student 