Don’t Hate On Canadians

"I am Canadian and have lived here the past 8 years, entering with a TN visa, then obtaining an H1B Visa and now have my green card. I came here legally and I did not take a job from anyone, and yes, we do have to prove to Homeland Security that a job cannot be Read More

Canadians Among Us!

She never thought she’d get married. In her own Park Slope living room. On a Friday night. Or that her mother, many miles away, would lecture her about her choice of groom: one of "them," an American. She never thought she’d have to keep so many secrets–from her family, from potential employers, from the U.S. Read More

Single Housewives Don’t Have Hubby, Kids; Homemade Sorbet? Yes!

Overlooked in the culture wars, a new phenomenon has been emerging: domesticity without family, or with family lite. I’m thinking of my friends who have elaborate, Martha Stewart–like (though not Martha-inspired) domestic situations, either without husbands, or children, or both. You could call it housewifery by choice.

It used to be that women married for Read More

Single Housewives Don’t Have Hubby, Kids; Homemade Sorbet? Yes!

Overlooked in the culture wars, a new phenomenon has been emerging: domesticity without family, or with family lite. I’m thinking of my friends who have elaborate, Martha Stewart–like (though not Martha-inspired) domestic situations, either without husbands, or children, or both. You could call it housewifery by choice.

It used to be that women married Read More

Weyrich’s Canadian Evasions

When people in politics lie about sex, well, that seems fairly normal. But about Canada? (If you aren’t so into reading about Canada…stop reading now.)

And yet the American conservative activist Paul Weyrich seems to misled the Canadian press about an incident The Politicker got rolling with the publication of a leaked email from Read More

Avid Moths Invade My Humble Abode: A Life’s Yarn Unraveled

On a recent cold and bleak Sunday afternoon—when by natural right I should have been curled up under a blanket at home—I instead found myself in the anxiety-provoking, brightly lit aisles of the Container Store on Sixth Avenue. It’s not that I can’t understand the allure of the store (though the cheery sign—“Life’s More Fun Read More

Avid Moths Invade My Humble Abode: A Life’s Yarn Unraveled

On a recent cold and bleak Sunday afternoon—when by natural right I should have been curled up under a blanket at home—I instead found myself in the anxiety-provoking, brightly lit aisles of the Container Store on Sixth Avenue. It’s not that I can’t understand the allure of the store (though the cheery sign—“ Life’s More Read More

Man and Machine Make Music, A Pleasing Electronic Hybrid

One branch of the electronic-music family tree—though a solid limb, more than a decade old—has never been fitted with an acceptable name. Entranced by a mingling of dance-oriented rhythms and experimental, ambient impulses, listeners called it “intelligent dance music”—I.D.M. for short. But they always used the term sheepishly: It was snobby, and the tunes it Read More