I just saw the Yankees play the Blue Jays at Yankee Stadium, my first professional baseball game in about eight or nine years. I found it hilarious and delightful, but truth be told, I only have one true love when it comes to baseball.
I’m working on deadline today, so this is going to be quick — but in a short and sweet kind of way, rest easy. They’re all good stories, Brent.
It’s been an otherwise stupid week for speech; the furor about comedian Kathy Griffin’s Judith-and-Holofernes portrait of herself with the severed head of the president is an exercise in one-sided performative outrage, which the left has self-abasingly internalized from the right.
Throughout my life, I have frequently had to yell at New Yorkers to stop writing, talking and behaving like 1) … More
How you holding up, East Coast? Or the entire northern Midwest, for that matter? For my part, I discovered this … More
I’m a magazine gal at heart — daily news is not my preferred speed, addicted as I am to news … More
I started journalism school four years ago today — holy cats. That whole first quarter, all anyone could talk about … More
I know it's an illusion, people get old, your heroes pass, I know, I know. But this week, I admit, … More
While you weren’t looking, Scientific American posted one of the most damning, a-plague-on-everybody’s-house political broadsides I’ve maybe ever seen. Right, left, objective, … More