In Praise of Single Mothers

Dayna Evans · 05/10/15 10:55AM

At the bottom of a crowded subway stairwell one recent night, I got lodged behind a mother and her toddler-age son. She was bending down to level with him, his tiny primary-colored backpack slung over her left shoulder and a vinyl grocery tote in her right fist. The two were going over that night’s dinner plans.

Hudson Hongo · 05/10/15 10:10AM

“The hipster’s laissez-faire dissent is not quite as subversive as the Weathermen’s bombing of the Pentagon. But it’s what passes for revolution in our yuppified time.” Or, you know, burning cop cars in the street, but sure, why not.

Brendan O'Connor · 05/09/15 03:03PM

“Mr. Braman—a former owner of the Philadelphia Eagles; the chairman of Art Basel... and a collector who owns works by Andy Warhol... and Picasso—emphasized that there were limits to the friendship. ‘I also have a yacht,’ Mr. Braman said, ‘that Senator Rubio has never seen.’” God help us.

Writing to Survive

Tasha Keeble · 05/09/15 01:05PM

Last week, while visiting a liberal arts college in Oakland, I sat on a small couch and listened to the only white male on a panel boast at least three times that he’s “never been qualified for any of the jobs” he’s had. He laughed and chuckled at his dumb luck. The white woman beside him bragged, “I haven’t interviewed for a job in twenty years.” After the third comment, I exchanged glances with friends, reflecting our shared concern over the repeated statements. The white man slouched in his chair as he spoke to a room of women writers—some of color, of varied shades, and some who shared his complexion. This white man, the owner of a publishing house, wore his ignorance in his smile, while we burned in our seats.

Brendan O'Connor · 05/09/15 12:45PM

On Saturday, Steven Seagal attended a parade in Moscow to mark the 70th anniversary of Victory in the 1941-1945 Great Patriotic War. Steven Seagal loves Russia.