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Five years in Manhattan and Brooklyn. Several violent attacks—in other cities. A daily attempt to be the best, which is never a good idea. Nine lessons from a mini-lifetime in the Big Apple.
America adores its clichés about French culture—skinny women, hot sex, and “surrender monkeys.” But the Mali intervention shows France in a different light. From 2011, an appreciation for France’s history of conquering and oppressing the world.
Humor happens when an audience fills in the gaps—at its best, those gaps are packed layers deep with meaning. An explanation of an 18-word Mitch Hedberg joke.
Accused of fraud and perjury, Lance Armstrong is under fire from federal prosecutors. But, well, Wall Street got off. Options for the cyclist from a banker’s point of view.
How you start an email reveals a lot more about your intentions than you know. Common e-greetings for etiquette voodoo.
Children easily comprehend the web—almost as easily as new parents grasp fear. Exploring his computer’s “parental controls” for the first time, our writer tries to preserve his innocence a little longer.
A decade after Osama bin Laden’s face achieved iconic status, one writer still can’t help thinking, it’s a handsome one—this definitive “face of evil.”
March Madness is not self-explanatory. To assist our coverage, a mother and son discuss over instant-message how college basketball works.
Not everyone can be a judge in the Tournament of Books. Not every novel deserves a rave. But what if the world’s best books were reviewed all at once? The ultimate Frankenstein of reviews.
The internet’s been tamed, social media’s a food court, and everyone is positive, full of likes. But that’s only if you buy the algorithm of conformity.
People’s bookcases say a lot about the tastes and beliefs—at least in interior decorating. Meeting a home library that isn’t up for loan.
America endlessly honors its best presidents. Enough with that. A demand for a federal holiday to glorify the five who rose so high, only to fail so shamefully.