In 2018, I discovered that I suffer from depression. But, that’s okay. I’ve learned that help is not an abstract concept, nor is it a manifestation of weakness.
While we’re exactly a year removed from the Charlottesville rally, we’re still speaking the language of the century of marginalization that preceded it.
In Martin Scorsese’s movie Taxi Driver, Travis Bickle is a man shunned by the opposite sex, pushed to extreme violence. In the age of the incel, the parallels are obvious.
Trump’s nonsense since Helsinki has revealed an obvious truth. Vince McMahon is running the administration, and I know what’s coming next. Bah Gawd!
Will Shohei Ohtani be the next Babe Ruth? Mathew Mackie examines Ohtani’s stunning debut with the Los Angeles Angels as a double-threat hitter and pitcher.
As I sat through Mark Zuckerberg’s “grilling” by the U.S. Senate, I learned something terrifying: no one knows anything.
Hawaii’s false alarm resurfaced an old fear we repressed. While the fear of the bomb is nothing new, it can easily be defused with plain logic.
Once again, we’ve witnessed the worst massacre in American history. While the solution is obvious to everyone else, my money is on America once again avoiding it.
We’ve been raised on the assumption that, if nothing else, Trump can close a deal. However, the leaked transcript of his infamous conversation with Malcolm Turnbull refutes that.
The apparent suicide of Linkin Park frontman Chester Bennington has been a hard thing to face, especially as he saved many from taking that route. Myself included.