One of the few things that could raise anger — real, intense anger — in Mister Rogers was the willful misleading of children. Superheroes, he thought, were the worst culprits.
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‘They’ve Forked Baby Hitler’
High-stakes time travel adventure from sci-fi writer Jo Lindsay Walton.
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
Who Do You Belong To?
When she dipped her heart into someone else’s relationship, Emily Lackey discovered how to define love on her own terms.
Posted inEditor's Pick
Is ‘RuPaul’s Drag Race’ the Most Radical Show on TV?
In her first cover piece for the New York Times magazine, Jenna Wortham profiles RuPaul, making note of the ways in which he — and his 9-year-old reality competition TV show — have had to evolve along with shifting understandings of gender, and the politics around it.
Posted inCommentary, Current Events, Essays & Criticism, Story
The Lost Boys of #MeToo
When we hear “sexual abuse” we think “women and girls.” But Hollywood’s boy actors are suffering in a different way.
Posted inArts & Culture, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
Shelved: The Lady of Rage’s Eargasm
Rapper Robin Allen’s hit song bypassed the hip-hop boys club that held her debut solo album back.
Posted inArts & Culture, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
Shelved: Brian Wilson’s Adult/Child
Music from the time after the good vibrations ended.
Posted inCulture, Story
Lumbersexuality, a Sport and a Pastime
Why do people — mostly men — want to throw axes and dress like lumberjacks?
Posted inBooks, Editor's Pick, Essays & Criticism, First Chapters, Unapologetic Women
The Miracle of the Mundane
In an excerpt from her new essay collection, Heather Havrilesky calls for tuning out the online cacophony telling us we aren’t enough, and tuning in to the soul-affirming, quiet truth of the present moment.
Posted inBooks, Essays & Criticism, First Chapters, Story, Unapologetic Women
The Miracle of the Mundane
In an excerpt from her new essay collection, Heather Havrilesky calls for tuning out the online cacophony telling us we aren’t enough, and tuning in to the soul-affirming, quiet truth of the present moment.
