I’m 31. He’s 50. And I don’t flinch when people do the math.
They see a gap. I feel a rhythm.
And if that makes you uncomfortable—if you’re tempted to say, “Of course he’s dating someone younger,” or “She...
Of all the ways to set your national security credibility on fire, few top the achievement of accidentally inviting a journalist you loathe to your war...
You can always spot another Jesuit grad. Not because they flash a secret handshake, but because there’s this strange, flicker-of-the-eyes recognition—like you’ve both been...
You can always spot another Jesuit grad. Not because they flash a secret handshake, but because there’s this strange, flicker-of-the-eyes recognition—like you’ve both been...
“Yes, Chef!”—two words that have somehow been elevated to sacred status in kitchens and television sets across the globe. Once the bark of underpaid...
Meet the Cybertruck owner, a man as unmistakable as the angular, stainless steel behemoth he pilots. He’s a fixture of suburban opulence, a new-money...
Of all the ways to set your national security credibility on fire, few top the achievement of accidentally inviting a journalist you loathe to your war...
You can always spot another Jesuit grad. Not because they flash a secret handshake, but because there’s this strange, flicker-of-the-eyes recognition—like you’ve both been...
Republican Senator Markwayne Mullin of Oklahoma recently graced CNN with a bit of historical revisionism, declaring, "We allowed Europe to rebuild after WWII." Ah yes, because...
