Dear James: I Hate My Post-college Life
I’m utterly lost.
I’m utterly lost.
The biggest threat from tropical cyclones is no longer storm surge but rains like those dumped by Helene on North Carolina.
Autocrats dump their democratic allies and keep the company of kleptocrats.
Two hundred fifty years of slavery. Ninety years of Jim Crow. Sixty years of separate but equal. Thirty-five years of racist housing policy. Until we reckon with our compounding moral debts, America will never be whole.
Russia has to stop fighting.
You’re bound to come across the “Dark Triad” type of malignant narcissists in life—and they can be superficially appealing. Better to look for their exact opposite.
Longevity enthusiasts are microdosing a 19th-century cure-all. Are they onto something?