For a great long while, I thought there was only one kind of bud: whatever the fuck was available. The first time I smoked weed (And…
by Jeff Ihaza
We move the fruit to a dining table toward the back of the house, where Badu feeds a spare lettuce leaf to another of Mars’s unlikely, half-wanted pets: a guinea pig named Young Tonya. Nearby, seven painted cardboard boxes sit on a windowsill. Badu tells me that she’s starting the…
Oh my God, I am so sick of hearing people say “mansplaining” that I will fully sign on to “manologue” as the preferred replacement for the word used to convey the situation where a man graciously attempts to provide a woman with context for a scenario which she probably cannot fully…
Oh, Canada. With your dreamy, viral-going prime minister and your universal health care and your [FIND OUT SOMETHING…
Hamilton: The Revolution, libretto to the show, debuts at No. 1 on the NYT hardcover nonfiction list.
— Motoko Rich (@motokorich) April 20, 2016
★★★★ The sky had a pearly discoloration at first and the sun was slow to assert itself. By late morning…
“I think we’re going to stick to limousines as our designated driver.” — Everything about this makes me smile.
