If you were the editor of Utah Valley Magazine, and you needed a headline to accompany your editor's note for the "Women's Issue," and you had selected this photograph of your female staffers to illustrate it, what would you pick for a headline? How about the one thing the photo most certainly does not depict?
Caroline Stern and her boyfriend George Hess were waiting for their train at the Columbus Circle subway station just before midnight when a busker began playing music on steel drums and they decided to dance along.
The Telegraph reports that a group of nerds from the University of Leicester have ruined Batman for a different, much larger group of nerds by proving with "science" that Batman couldn't have used his cape to glide from the tops of tall buildings, as he is often depicted doing in non-documentary films and television shows.
Aisikaier, a sixth-generation tightrope walker, is lucky to be alive after taking a nasty 130-foot tumble during a stunt performed yesterday over a ravine in central China.
Members of a North Korean band founded by the country's young tyrant Kim Jong Un danced on stage in costumes resembling familiar Disney characters during a performance aired on state TV.
A SWAT team called to extract a disorderly man who had barricaded himself inside a hotel room in Belmont, North Carolina, was met with some unusual demands.
Last night, VH1 premiered its Mob Wives spin-off Big Ang. For the uninitiated, the titular star's real name is Angela Raiola and she is basically what would have happened if Russ Meyer had a laboratory that allowed him to build actual women and one of them went severely awry. I think she is the campiest personality mainstream U.S. pop culture has experienced since Madame. Her affect amounts to that of Emory from The Boys in the Band with his brain scooped out and replaced with Baby Sinclair from Dinosaurs. During the premiere, Ang repeatedly told us how much everyone loves her. It's in her theme song, even. She is at this point an overgrown child who's been told that she's been cute several thousand times too many.
Are you panicked to the point of irrationality about the unpredictable ups and downs of the Dow Jones Industrial Average? Are you as far as one could possibly get from a "Wall Street insider," yet still overconfident in your ability to beat the market? Are you unable to control your urge to do something, even something stupid, when you begin to feel the slightest bit of discomfort? If so, you may be qualified to join America's hottest horribly ill-advised financial trend: day trading with your retirement money.
A woman was shot nine times in front of a cheering crowd in Afghanistan in what was called "an honor killing." The Taliban soldiers present in the video had allegedly had some kind of "dispute" with the woman, and, according to the governor of the province, Abdul Basir Salangi, accused her of adultery "in order to save face."
Anxious to harness the inchoate class rage of impotent computer-bound office-workers trapped in the endless parenthesis of alienation and soul-rot that characterizes die jüngste Entwicklung des Kapitalismus, the Times of Los Angeles and New York both rushed to Mitt Romney's East Hampton fundraiser this weekend in a quest to record the most horrible set of actual rich-people opinions that could possibly be expressed. But who won the battle of worst quote?
