Snobbery and indifference to stuff, or my love-hate relationship with the idea of buying pants at Lululemon

Is dislike of stuff - of shopping, of material objects - an admirable quality? Is liking stuff evidence that one is a bad person? Or is ther...

Suburban Square

It does seem appropriate that the endpoint of yesterday's experiment in seeing if I can drive on the highway for extended periods of tim...

A contrarian, devil's-advocate-ish post on marital name-change

Name-change and marriage is back in the news, with Jill Filipovic's straightforward, largely unapologetic demand that women cease to ta...

On 'weddings'

In my latest effort at sullying an otherwise fine publication with my ramblings, I wax ambivalent on bridal fauxbivalence . As a rule, I do ...

My journalistic niche: the obvious

There's a ground-breaking essay in the Guardian about how, if you live in a city with good public transportation, perhaps a car-sharing...

Save the fusilli!

Wait, were you going to eat that? Stop! Don't you know that every single food ever is incredibly problematic - to the environment, to th...

Beyond guyliner

As a matter of principle, I must approve of the fact that the most enthusiastic makeup-and-skincare routine "Into The Gloss" has y...