Forget Harry Potter. Mesut Özil is a real wizard.
There’s nothing wrong with sanctuary cities. They should have given sanctuary to Cecil the Lion though.
At the moment, Adele is the greatest pop singer not named Taylor Swift or Katy Perry.
Gaga no longer qualifies as a pop artist. She’s now reached diva status.
The best thing about the film “Back to the Future” was the thumping volume of Huey Lewis and the News’ “The Power of Love.”
Canada reached peak cool during the reign of Margaret Trudeau.
Xi Jinping is the first pirate to meet a British monarch since Walter Raleigh. Arrr!
I had been under the impression that the leather kilt was made famous by Kimye. However, a google search reveals Axl Rose wearing the leather. Yet another strike against Kimye!
Egyptian street posh (i.e., neo-dandyism) is a vital weapon against the medieval monotheism.
From Emailgate in America (Hillary Clinton) to Kitchengate in England (Ed Miliband). Can contemporary journalism sink any lower than this?
Re alleged misandry: Men hate other men, and often kill each other wantonly. Why then should men care whether women hate them.
Making little headway and facing the wrath of the Greek electorate, the new government has reached the point of desperation (see Nikos Paraskevopoulos’s reference to German “war reparations”). Greece is looking for any excuse to default.
From afar (NYC), Mr Farage sounds like an extremist. He appears to stand in a long line of politicians who willingly demonise a minority of the population in order to gain political power. In other words, he seeks British unity through the promotion of division. Quite the paradox. On this side of the pond, he would be indistinguishable from the Palins, Bachmanns, Huckabees, etc.
The Napster generation (e.g., Kim Dotcom, Pharrell etc.) thinks piracy is OK. Arr!
Jack Conte’s account of the the losses sustained by the band Pomplamoose on its recent tour is a slap in the face to the primitive accumulators (i.e., libertarian downloaders, also known as pirates) who want their music free of cost and don’t care a whit about the cost of production of content. More power to Pomplamoose.
Like Perez Hilton, Emily Gould trafficked the cheapest cultural commodity: the information of the boulevard. Now she has become a commodity herself, a plaything for the savage minds of the new(est) journalism.
Print journalism happily bathes in the digital cesspool.
I’m surprised Hilary Mantel bothers to respond to the rabble who criticize her short story “The Assassination of Margaret Thatcher.”
La laïcité ou Barbarie.