Wallace's 2005 Kenyon College commencement address: a stark but hopeful perspective on life's fundamental questions.
Financial help from parents comes in many forms, and it’s the basis of so many success stories. So why do millennials act like it doesn't exist? Jen Doll examines the myth—and tyranny—of the "self-made" success story.
She gave me this long and involved story about a huge slight that was inflicted on her operation by some other entity someplace, and I was looking out the window and thinking, whoa, look at that BMW Z8
Every time his name popped up on my phone, my heart raced. Still, we were never more than semiaffiliated.
Raw, emotional adivce on the role of humility and surrender in the often tortured world of the writer
You cannot step twice into the same river, for other waters are continually flowing on. To most people it comes across as a nice resonant metaphor, a bit of philosophic poetry. To me it is that and more
Use the word y'all and, before you knew it, you'd find yourself in a haystack French-kissing an underage goat
Forever is the state, exclusive to those between the ages of 13 and 17, in which one feels both eternally invincible and permanently trapped.
I loved being one of your girls. I wasn’t your favorite, but I didn’t need to be. What we had was different.
There is a dirty truth that professional sports keeps hidden from fans, i.e., guys like you and me who spend winter after winter wondering, What if? And that truth is: Watching sports sucks
Politics, like religion, is a topic with no threshold of expertise for expressing an opinion. All you need is strong convictions
If you take the Potterverse seriously as an allegory for ours, the most noteworthy divide isn’t between the good multicultural wizards and the bad racist ones. It’s between all the wizards, good and bad, and everybody else — the Muggles.
On the 29th of July, in 1943, my father died. On the same day, a few hours later, his last child was born.
Oftentimes when having difficult conversations about complex topics, certain kinds of people will try to derail the conversation.
Some of us who live in arid parts of the world think about water with a reverence others might find excessive.
If a mouse were somehow trapped inside a bottle of Dew — the rodent would be turned into a gelatinous, unrecognizable blob.
A teenager asked that age-old question on TikTok, creating a viral backlash, and then, a thoughtful scientific debate.
Biologists balk at any talk of ‘goals’ or ‘intentions’ – but a bold new research agenda has put agency back on the table
To answer whether the fundamental building blocks of reality are particles, fields or both means thinking beyond physics
It costs nothing to click, respond and retweet. But what price do we pay in our relationships and our peace of mind?
Websites and apps are designed for compulsion, even addiction. Should the net be regulated like drugs or casinos?
Climate change is a huge and urgent problem. It is natural to suppose that it is therefore a terrible mistake, an unforced error that we should regret and try to prevent ever happening again.
Are we racing to the brink of an abyss, or are we just gathering speed for a take off to a wonderful future?
Meritocracy prizes achievement above all else, making everyone—even the rich—miserable. Maybe there’s a way out.
Companies seek to encourage the public's habit of casual or non-essential spending whenever they can.
Some people have a legitimate reason to feel depressed, but not me. I just woke up one day feeling sad and helpless for absolutely no reason
The belief that hidden memories can be "recovered" in therapy should have been exorcised years ago, when a rash of false memories dominated the airwaves, tore families apart, and put people on the stand for crimes they didn't commit. But the mental health establishment does not always learn from its mistakes—and families are still paying the price.
Live in anticipation, gathering stories and memories -- New research builds on the vogue mantra of behavioral economics
I was boyish. I wanted desperately not to be that way, not to be a mixture of both things, but instead just one, a girl. As soft and as pink as a nursery. And nothing would do that for me, I felt, but breasts
This is my body. It is MINE. I am not ashamed of it in any way. In fact, I love everything about it. Men find it attractive. Clothes look awesome on it. My brain rides around in it all day and comes up with funny jokes
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