In 1999, nothing was chicer — or more contrived — than writing an anthem about the biggest New Year’s event EVER (or, since the late 19th century).
I cried a little for the people I didn’t know, because a wedding is a wedding and weddings are intimate, whether you belong there or not.
It’s Valentine’s Day! And that means lots of things to lots of people.
The truthers are to President Obama as the rich, angry Capesiders are to Principal Green.
Come back to the future, Marty McFly.
While the camp and cheese that was a Sex and the City (and Carrie) staple worked in the late 90s and early 2000s, it feels a little too optimistic and corny in 2013.
When I was 10, Martin Luther King Day became the day my grandma died.
I’m sorry, but using the word ‘privilege’ to describe everyone who doesn’t have a problem that specifically validates your own personal agenda is insulting.
This isn’t a story about my lies; it’s a story about someone else’s.
This is a letter from British food critic Giles Coren to his editors, who tinkered with the last sentence of one of his articles.