Jess Lahitou

If I’m just online screaming, what am I not doing in physical reality?

This last Friday happened to be the inauguration of President Donald Trump.

Rejoicing or weeping will depend on who you are, but let’s look at what happened either way.

Democrats:

Nothing about his sexism is complicated. Right? According to election results, wrong.

I should begin by clarifying that I am no political reactionary.

Is there a difference between what the cigs biz did back in the 1950s and ‘60s and the way present-day pharmaceutical companies have aggressively marketed opioids like OxyContin?

We talk about having debate-watching parties, popping popcorn, making bets… it’s all a little weird, and probably not good for democracy.

Millennials know the '90s were the best decade for music in our lifetime (arguably, best decade EVER). But it’s easy to forget just how many un-freakin-believably kick-butt-love tunes were packed into that 10 years. Let’s rehash the '90s for the autumn lover.

The blatant promise of a career in the spotlight has stripped the Bachelor/Bachelorette of its beautiful, benign lie: that we could watch “regular” people navigate the perils and pitfalls of modern dating, that such a quest was in and of itself enough, and that a happy ending was a real possibility.

Because it looms a mere three days away, the subject of President-elect’s inauguration is a media fascination. Will there be protests?