Before this weekend, I had not been on the Wordle train- I’m usually not one to hop on the trend of whatever app-based game is the “flavor of the week.” I never touched a subway surfer, and I never will. But Wordle has become part of America’s collective morning routine and I just couldn’t ignore it any longer.
As a wordsmith myself, I was kinda wondering, “hm, I could definitely murder this game. Maybe I should give it a chance.” So over the weekend, I saddled up and had someone explain it to me. Luckily, it only took one game of completely fudging it up not knowing how to play, before finally getting the hang of it. And not to humblebrag, but I have since successfully guessed every puzzle since. Now, I’m addicted. I don’t think I’ll ever be the person posting my boxes on Twitter, but I have come to love and appreciate the communal aspect of not spoiling the Wordle word of the day for other players. It’s been the strongest thing to bring this country together since the Big Mac came out.
Wordle is so fun, it’s like the New York Times Crossword for dumb people. You just gotta solve for five letter words, that’s it. Easy. It’s a mix of Price is Right and Wheel of Fortune, literally America’s games. Hop on the Wordle train, you’ll be glad you did.
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