Grand Unified Theory of Female Pain
An essay on the wounded woman.
An essay on the wounded woman.
Mince pie was once more American than the apple variety. It was also blamed for “bad health, murderous dreams, the downfall of Prohibition, and the decline of the white race,” among other things. Then it disappeared.
A profile of Candy Barr—porn star pioneer, burlesque legend, Texas folk hero.
Norma McCorvey, the “Jane Roe” plaintiff in Roe v. Wade, who left Pro-Choice activism for born-again Christianity and a strange life of financial opportunism, died this week.
The story of Chyna’s final days.
An interview with Joan Didion.
At age 17, Bonnie Richardson won the Texas state track team championship all by herself. Then she did it again.
A trip to Râmnicu Vâlcea, a town of 120,000 where the primary (and lucrative) industry is Internet scams.
How John, a father of 14, lost Christmas.
Henry Heimlich saved untold choking victimes when he invented his maneuver in 1974. Since then, he’s searched in vain for another miracle treatment—pushing ethical boundaries along the way. Now at the end of his career, Heimlich has hired an investigator to find an anonymous critic working full-time to destroy his legacy.
Today, Abraham Lincoln’s lifelong struggle with clinical depression would be a political liability. Back then, it was the key to his presidency.
Surviving a trip to see the family for Thanksgiving.
“How I envy people who enjoy the company of their parents without the aid of pharmaceuticals.”
Reprinted from for the Holidays and Other Calamities.
The true story of the first Thanksgiving.
An investigation into the abuse and neglect of adults with disabilities in Illinois.
On the shootings, and the response, in Baton Rouge, Falcon Heights, and Dallas this summer.
For 60 years, the weekly Evening Whirl attacked the drug lords, whoring preachers, and hypocritical bourgeoisie of St. Louis’ black community, sometimes in rhyming Iambic couplets.
On the obsession with plane spotting.
On Atlanta’s disappearing Afrofuture.
Yearning for conception.
Meeting Christopher Thomas Knight, a.k.a. the North Pond Hermit, who lived alone in the Maine woods for nearly 30 years.
The Western Hemisphere before Columbus.
The quest to control hurricanes.
Why did the El Faro cargo ship sail directly into the path of Hurricane Joaquin, killing all 33 aboard?
A two-part write-around of the world’s only billionaire.
He was a silent boy — a silent young man. With years the habit of silence became the habit of concealment. It was not long after the Standard Oil Company was founded, before it was said in Cleveland that its offices were the most difficult in the town to enter, Mr. Rockefeller the most difficult man to see. If a stranger got in to see any one he was anxious. "Who is that man?" he asked an associate nervously one day, calling him away when the latter was chatting with a stranger. "An old friend, Mr. Rockefeller." "What does he want here? Be careful. Don't let him find out anything." "But he is my friend, Mr. Rockefeller. He does not want to know anything. He has come to see me." "You never can tell. Be very careful, very careful." This caution gradually developed into a Chinese wall of seclusion. This suspicion extended, not only to all outsiders but most insiders. Nobody in the Standard Oil Company was allowed to know any more than was necessary for him to know to do his business. Men who have been officers in the Standard Oil Company say that they have been told, when asking for information about the condition of the business, "You'd better not know. If you know nothing you can tell nothing."
Inside the thriving subculture of Japanese men who eschew sex and romance with real live people in favor of real relationships with 2-D characters printed on body pillows.