Welcome to The Wrong Stuff, a blog about wrong stuff: mistakes and how we respond to them (in politics, business, sports, the arts, education, parenting, domestic life, cooking, you name it); cultural conversations about fallibility and error; and interesting wrongness-related ideas of all sorts.  Please feel free to comment on the posts; I love to hear what other people are thinking (and feeling) about error.  If you’ve got a story to share about being wrong, check out the Errotica section.   If you’re interested in becoming a contributor to the blog, or if there’s wrongness-related news you think I should be writing about, please drop me a note.

Okay, maybe you don’t have strong beliefs about the “right” way to load a dishwasher, or about your sweetheart’s propensity to do it “wrong.” In that case, either you are unusually saintly or (like me) you don’t own a dishwasher. But you almost certainly get involved in domestic disputes about who’s right and who’s wrong all the time; we all do. Although interpersonal arguments can have a number of causes – from serious and painful breaches in trust to the fact that we haven’t had our coffee yet – an impressive number of them amount to a tug-of-war over who possesses the truth. We fight over the right to be right.