I have Wi-Fi. I have a human heart. Of course I fired up the 60-second spot for Novig, a sports betting company. I was drawn not by the pulchritude of Sydney Sweeney, although that is undeniable, but by the many accounts of female athletes being enraged b... See more
I can’t bear seeing photographs of Lindsay Clancy’s three children, although avoiding them has become almost impossible. For some reason, I particularly hate seeing the ones in which all three appear together, smiling madly at the camera. Even very small ... See more
The first concert I ever went to was at the San Rafael Civic Center, and the performer was Dolly Parton. This was the Bay Area, 1977, and the notion that Dolly Parton might have a wide, national appeal—let alone a San Francisco Bay Area appeal—was years a... See more
“Honest oysterman” is a phrase that must enter the lexicons of political reporters and consultants. It will refer to an appealing but deeply flawed candidate whose limitations are temporarily obscured by nonstop counterprogramming about his other, less tr... See more
I didn’t go to first grade in the United States; I was overseas on one of my academic father’s endless sabbaticals. I got home in time for the new school year, and I learned that in my absence, my cohort had been charged with a new obligation: saying the ... See more
