Let's face it: Despite the greeting-card companies' efforts to convince us otherwise, February is the absolute armpit of the calendar year. But if you're sitting underneath your happy lamp, swathed in layers of post-Christmas fat and long underwear, and thinking that things couldn't get any worse, take heart—at least you're not a politician in Georgia this week.
This week, Ben Bernanke turned in his magic wand of fiscal wizardry and officially stepped aside as Federal Reserve chair. So what next? What new heights does one scale, or what hills of money does one slide down, after you've conquered your own particular corner of the world? In Bernanke's case, he's headed into the tank—the think tank, that is.
It's not going to be all pink sneakers and inspiring grassroots action this week for the Wendy Davis gubernatorial campaign down in Texas. On Saturday, The Dallas Morning Newsbroke the story that key fac
To say that the world is cruel and that the Internet is a public square harsher than any stocks-strewn space the Puritans could have dreamed up is to state the obvious. The proven success of judgmental content is why we have to put up with Perez Hilton’s near-nakedness at red carpet events. That acknowledgement aside, I can’t help but find the coverage of Toronto mayor Rob Ford—of crack smoking and drunken-tirade infamy—more than a little off-putting.