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How not splitting up the Los Angeles Unified School District has driven education reform.
Last night, the Times' website ran a piece by Katherine Q. Seele and Julie Bosman about the varied opinions concerning Hillary Clinton's media...
We both knew a lot about music, but even if I knew the answer, I’d never win a fight.
Amy Winehouse's death makes it clear there's no swag or sympathy involved with being a drug-addicted female rock star.
Before I met Harry, I didn’t draw much of a connection between my obsession with cupcakes and worldwide systems of oppression.
“Aren’t you, like, a broken man?” I asked, my hand protectively covering my lips. “Probably,” he conceded.
Whenever I’d ask Gordon a serious question, he’d start re-enacting a courtship scene from Star Wars: The Phantom Menace.
Just before the weekend began, Slate ran a thoroughly satisfying piece on the disappearance of the semicolon in modern writing; it gave us...
I could date a “formerly gay man.” That would be a cinch. Right?
“You think I’m a baby killer, I think you’re a misogynist” isn’t exactly a strong foundation for a relationship.
A fag hag is not your friend. She's an insult.
Showing up at the ballot booth was hardly “political activism.” It was the bare minimum for participating in society.
"Hector," it turned out, was his second try at a new name; he hadn’t had much luck with Nicholas.
An old word that stays busy. Some words-like forsooth, thou, and daddy-o-are a tad old-fashioned. They just don't have the up-to-the-minute...
Exploring the (Latin) Roots of Our Mortgage Problems I am a national statistic. Three years ago, I decided to move. I found a new house,...
This is the third entry in a continuing series on the devastation and reconstruction of Haiti. As the story fades from the front pages of...
When it came to going to bed with a straight guy who wouldn’t perform oral sex, there was no roadmap to articulate my experience.
I was only a little bit concerned that he had listed The Bible as his favorite book. Maybe he was just a fan of allegory.
He yelled. He cried. He beat his steering wheel. He shouted that he loved me. He swore loudly and with feeling that he was trying.
He recognizes that I’m almost too incredible for him to handle. It’s about time someone figured that out, right?
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