When Guests Outstay Their Welcome
If your guests are walking all over you, it may be that you look suspiciously like a doormat.
If your guests are walking all over you, it may be that you look suspiciously like a doormat.
Looking for a challenge and a little affirmation, our writer tests his die-hard liberal beliefs and goes on an all-conservative-media diet for one month. Life on the Right side of the dial doesn’t turn out the way he expected.
The White House Correspondents Association dinner is DC’s biggest night—politicos mix with editors mix with celebrities, all very realalcoholik. It’s also among the lowest points of journalism.
“Grits” only sound edible if you know what they are; and even then you could argue otherwise. An Australian guesses what’s in the boxes of our popular foods.
We’ve seen their drawings of Radiohead songs, they tell us the Strokes make their heads hurt “like 100 dogs,” but how do we feel about their songs? A panel listens to children’s music, weighing in on the state of the pint-sized.
Action movies may seem old hat these days, but they had to start somewhere. We go back to the pre-Schwarzenegger years, when a movie audience thirsty for speed and thrills could only turn to “My Dinner With André.”
Let the strippers go unpaid, let the motel rooms burn—rock’s only as good as its most depraved leaders are terrible.
Every four years at the end of February, we’ve got that extra day. Is it special? Well maybe it should be.
Perhaps the only joy in making new year’s resolutions is the variety of ice cream flavors it takes to break them.
When people can’t explain global warming or mad cow disease, perhaps they should look at a less than obvious scourge: the dreaded literacy plague.