Ivanka Trump, the president’s daughter, is getting a role of sorts in the White House. I say “of sorts” because the position itself is ambiguous: She’ll have an office and access to private information, but won’t be paid. Best as I can tell, this new role is essentially a continuation of her existing, as-yet-unexplained role as a much-photographed presence at meetings with world leaders.
I’d like to tell you a story. Picture it, a classroom in Harvard’s Kennedy School, early 2008:
Having made my way through the Netflix supply of British murder mysteries, I decided to move on to a different form of British TV escapism: Cake! I’ve been watching “The Great British Baking Show,” otherwise known as “The Great British Bake Off,” and it’s as great as I’d heard. Which is to say, pretty fabulous. It’s reality TV, but the kinder, gentler variety where everyone hugs at the end of every episode.
In Slate, Ruth Graham explores the surprisingly extensive history of pro-life rhetoric comparing abortion to the Holocaust. She traces the phenomenon to an analogy made by Pope Pius XII in 1951, a time when the specifics of Nazi ideology were still fresh in people’s minds:
An Israeli group opposed to relationships between Jews and Arabs has set up two “shelters” to assist Jewish women in leaving their Arab male partners.