One restaurant’s struggle to weather the pandemic.
A small Georgia town, a prophecy about Donald Trump, and the story of how a miracle fell apart.
“Now that hip-hop is no longer seen as a threat, the way it was when I was growing up in the ’80s and ’90s, it’s become the default ambiance in the kinds of high-end spaces that include few Black people.”
A guide to the 57 champions of queer feminism name-dropped in Le Tigre’s most joyous song.
He’s living at a friary in Kansas (the only place that would take him) on the condition that he not leave the grounds, still insists he hasn’t harmed anyone, and life goes on in the small town that surrounds him: it’s the best and worst of Catholicism in a microcosm.
With no help from Congress, architects and school administrators are now responsible for redesigning schools to stop mass shootings. Unfortunately, not everyone agrees that the best approach is to make buildings safe without making them resemble prisons.
“I needed to convert my Facebook into something like a physical book, flip through its pages, prop open a window with it, and feel its weight in my hands. All of this would prove difficult, I later learned, because my Facebook was more than 10,000 pages long.”
“In several of the outtakes, I mistakenly opened a closet, only to remember it was full of my clothing.” Spoiler alert: if you’re holding onto hope that the scenarios in House Hunters are real, this may squash that.
They’ve been playing a long, long game that leads to the death of Roe v. Wade by a thousand procedural cuts. Or for women, death by botched underground abortion.