Sarah Gladstone

Ah, Inception. That was a great movie. Leonardo was so good.

We love the cast, but we're wary of spin-offs (even though they don't necessarily have to flop) ... and please, no more yellow umbrellas.

I know that in a lot of ways I am a cultural and ethnic enigma. But discussing my identity all the time can get old. Like, real old, real fast.

Miley seems to be predictable only in the sense that we can always expect a controversy spilling from her lips. (Or loins.)

Why are women so content with being a cold, distant, light-stealing stone?

Even in today's progressive era, why do so many people prefer same race relationships...and should it even matter?

What if there was something just as easy, just as reliable and convenient as those disposable to-go cups but totally eliminated the waste? Nope, it's not a hippie's LSD-induced fever dream. It's just some clever entreprenuers from Brooklyn...

Kids see it, we see it, the American people see it: Disney princesses perpetuate an unrealistic portrayal of the female body.

No one wants to have to say, “Shalom! I’m a child of Israel, and you are . . . ?”

For the sake of all that is sacred, I will henceforth become a dependable person. Or at least I will try.