• Reinventing Newsweek

    There is a type of NEWSWEEK story that I used to love. In the 12 years that I have been an editor here, we have done hundreds of them. When the stock market plunged on a Friday (back when that was rare) or a gunman opened fire on Capitol Hill or a celebrity contracted a fatal disease, we "scrambled the jets," sending reporters out into the field with orders to file dispatches to writers waiting in New York or Washington. We killed ourselves to dig up one or two exclusive news nuggets and find a few fresh photos. We stayed up all night, writing, editing and producing stories, pushing up against our deadlines. It was fun—thrilling, really. We told ourselves it was NEWSWEEK at its best. And for a long time, it was.And now it's not. In a world of endless Yahoo headlines, Wall Street Journal e-mail alerts and 24/7 cable coverage, scrambling the jets isn't enough. News has become a commodity. You can find the kinds of stories that we used to do as covers—scientific breakthroughs or trends...
  • Hillary Is Not Your Mother

    America is not ready for a female president. I have typed and deleted that sentence five times. It appalls me. It goes against everything I grew up hearing, everything I tell my daughter. But I have come to believe it. I have been convinced not just by nasty bloggers or by Limbaugh the Comic Insult Dog. It's not because of the far more disturbing bias I have seen in otherwise respectable political commentators, as they gleefully declared Hillary Clinton's campaign dead and deader. Or even because 34 percent of adults recently confirmed in a CNN/Opinion Research Corp. poll that they do not think America is ready for a woman president (compared with 26 percent who said we weren't ready for a black president).Nope, I expected all that. It's the people I know and respect who have convinced me. It's the people who have no qualms about making sexist comments and jokes about Hillary—Those cankles! Her pantsuits! Iron my shirt!—who've convinced me that, in America, we still do not like our...
  • Your Child Was Out Of Line

    When I was waiting to buy ice cream at a beach community near New York two months ago, I overheard something I haven't been able to forget. A 10- or 11-year-old boy standing in front of me made a smirky comment to his friends about how there were "too many Chinese people around." He was most likely referring to my 7-year-old daughter, who is adopted from China. Luckily she didn't hear what he said. But I did—and I didn't say anything. I didn't know the kid, and his parents weren't around. I told myself that it wouldn't accomplish anything and that it was none of my business. And I wasn't sure what to say in any event. My first impulse—"Do your parents know what a racist little monster you are?"—seemed a bit harsh. So I kept my mouth shut—and I still regret it.I had bought into one of the many parenting taboos that have sprung up since I was a kid: no correcting other people's children. Maybe if it's your best friend's kid, or a child who is at a playdate at your house, you can...
  • Enough With the Mommy Wars, Already!

    The mommy wars are killing me. Raise your children however you'd like. Just please—please—stop telling me about it. Do whatever you want: stay at home with your kids, wear gym clothes all day and make your own organic baby food. Work 60 hours a week, fire your babysitter every six months and communicate with your children via BlackBerry. Declare your toddler carbon neutral or get your hair highlighted while you're in labor. Breast-feed your kid till he's 17! I'm a single working mother, and should be interested in all this, but I'm not.I am bored to death with talking, hearing and reading about motherhood. I know all about the war between working mothers and women who stay at home with their children (though I see little real evidence of it). I'm fed up with snotty message-board posts. I'm tired of Yummy Mummies, Alpha Mommies, Rock-Star Mommas, Momzillas and MILFs (Moms I'd Like to F---). I've begun to dread mommy-lit novels, including the latest entry, "Slummy Mummy."We have...
  • Girls Gone Bad: Celebs and Kids

    Paris, Britney, Lindsay & Nicole: They seem to be everywhere and they may not be wearing underwear. Tweens adore them and teens envy them. But are we raising a generation of 'prosti-tots'?
  • We're Not In The Mood

    For married couples with kids and busy jobs, sex just isn't what it used to be. How stress causes strife in the bedroom--and beyond
  • Food | Frites

    Ever wonder why the fries you get at a restaurant taste so much better than those soggy sticks you make at home? Chef Jonathan Waxman, proprietor of Manhattan's Washington Park restaurant, shared his trade secrets with Tip Sheet's Kathleen Deveny.Step one: Start with the perfect potato, preferably one from Klamath Falls, Ore. (Russets work, too.) If they're hard like apples, let them rest a week. If they've sprouted eyes, you're too late.Step two: Use good peanut oil. Safflower or corn oil will do, but forget canola oil. "I think it's weird," says Waxman.Step three: Soak peeled potatoes overnight in cold water. The next day, cut them into pieces and soak again for two to three hours.Step four: Heat two cups of oil per potato to 250 degrees. A deep pot with an old-fashioned french-fry basket is best; the oil should fill a third of the vessel. Cook fries for eight minutes. Cool and refrigerate for up to 12 hours.Step five: Cook at 350 degrees for two or three minutes until golden.