Not unlike the alignment of the stars on the day you were born and where you went to kindergarten, your favorite Christmas cartoon special says a lot about you. But what you'll learn from us is far more valuable.
In Clint Eastwood’s "Hereafter," Matt Damon plays a psychic who communicates with ghosts, continuing the trend of sensitive treatment of spectral beings. Things were better in the days when Hollywood made really scary movies about those who came back from the grave.
The average American—which is to say the kind who is not rich—is still reeling from the effects of our nation's monetary near-meltdown. That's why the Democrats are in danger of losing their majorities this year and why the Republicans lost theirs two years ago. Politicians can blame whoever they want—previous administrations, China, the liberal elite—but the fact remains that half of Americans no longer believe in the American dream.
I don’t remember the exact moment I became a mother. My son’s birth certificate says 8:18 p.m. on June 18, 2008, but I’ll have to take the hospital’s word for that—the whole day was a bit of a blur. I do, however, know the minute I declared myself a complete failure as a mom. It was Monday, Sept. 20, 2010, at 9:38 a.m. It was supposed to be my Gabe’s first day of day care. But it turned out to be his first sick day instead.
The U.S. Department of Health’s Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA), reported that abuse of opioid painkillers has risen more than 400 percent over the last decade. Which indicates to me that somehow we in the media didn’t explain this well enough. Because this a big deal.
Ross Douthat uses the data of Princeton University sociologists Thomas Espenshade and Alexandria Walton Radford to assert that elite colleges and universities have a bias against poor white students in favor of poor minority students. But the Princeton researchers suggest the columnist was "overreaching."
I imagine only the dead haven't heard the Mel Gibson rants. They are, for the most part, incoherent, devastatingly cruel, illogical, self-pitying and nonsensical--punctuated by curse words and weird breathy noises that sound like threatening, though asthmatic, growls. It's pretty raw stuff for an A-list celebrity and probably means the end of his Hollywood career. But it's just another day in the life of people struggling with an addicted loved one.
It’s a scene from "Mr. & Mrs. Smith," the 2005 drama starring Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt that launched a thousand tabloid dramas. For me, that scene was a gift. Finally, a woman who isn’t a chump, who doesn’t go all gooey when she has to pull the trigger. A woman who can throw a punch.