Oprah gave a pitch-perfect commencement speech at my school’s graduation, a mix of motivation (“Be the truth. Be. The. Truth.”) and motivation shtick (“Invest in a quality mattress. And don’t cheap out on your shoes.”). The exhortation that won the biggest rise from the thousand USC Annenberg students: “Vote. Vote. Vote.” Their cheers almost made me forget that most of them probably won’t.
In this week’s episode, Roseanne hates on the Muslims. Spoiler alert: By the end, Roseanne gets woke. But how many racist jokes can the season’s highest-rated scripted TV series make without itself being racist?
I don’t know if Timothy Burke is going to save journalism, but he’s highlighting the battle for local news.
Bette Davis, Olivia de Havilland and Donald Trump are confused about genre. Let’s just hope Americans justify the faith of a Hollywood judge.
It’s not a huge leap from nicotine addiction to the dopamine habit of 2 billion Facebook addicts. But that’s not our main problem.
I never thought I’d hear first lady Melania Trump channel Norman Lear. But I never thought I’d hear “first lady Melania Trump,” so all is possible.
It was the second time I noticed a news story about a fatal crash of a church group that I had the uneasy feeling there was a pattern.
Seeing the Pentagon film of the UFO, my response was a metaphysical skip of my heart, akin to what Abraham Joshua Heschel calls “radical amazement.”