Enya’s first language is ethereal.
It is always bittersweet when the great ones fall, even in MMA.
Comedy is dead. Irony has taken over.
CR7 says said he wants to retire with dignity. He’s still no Messi.
Mr Trump has simply distilled the Republican brand to its table of elements: misogyny and racial/ethnic antipathy.
We may have reached peak parody. It’s time for irony.
Aside from Kollontai, Trotsky was probably the only decent Russian Marxist.
Quite an ugly scene at the end of the match when Chelsea players stalked referee Michael Oliver like a pack of American trophy hunters on safari.
The Garden of Finzi-Continis is a masterwork, not least because of Dominique Sanda.
An ironic disposition frees a lot of otherwise restricted cultural detritus for legitimate aesthetic appropriation. Which is why it is good to be ironic in an age of mechanical intersectionality.
We have the largest, most influential hipster scene in world history.
Rich cocaleros love Evo.
Capital captured politics long before wikileaks, Slavoj. If you’d stopped watching Hitchcock films for a little while, you’d have noticed it.
Americans’ romance with gun violence never ceases to amaze.