How an obnoxious subset of their fan base led me away from the Tragically Hip, and Gord Downie brought me back.
The author of Children of Paradise on a decade of reporting on Iran, history as a story of ideas, and the importance of understanding the events in foreign countries on their own terms.
There can be fantastic narrative dissonance when conflicting elements clash.
Building a network through the fog of depression can feel impossible. Now, more and more people are going online to fill gaps in our mental health care system.
How the seminal series became a masterwork in scoring teen angst, one lawn-twirl at a time.
On the 25th anniversary of the release of The Black Album, an appraisal of how Metallica’s Post-Good era helped secure its legacy as the greatest American band of all time.
One doesn’t have to look hard to find disheartening and downright offensive portrayals of sex workers on screen, but the conspicuous absence of friends feels particularly cruel.
The Palestinian filmmaker on nationalism, film as resistance and hope.
Starvation became a stand-in for the pain of loneliness; a way to account for it, and also to punish myself for being unlovable.
As I’ve been continually erased by men, I’ve grown obsessed with remembering the women history forgot.
The author of Invisible Dead on why writing about Vancouver is liberating and the psychic cost of the truth.
Going a step further than the recent wave of TV featuring nuanced portrayals of mental illness, Maria Bamford’s new Netflix show takes control of the story rather than settling for mere visibility.
The case for doing things you’re terrible at.
Has sex positivity become alienating?
Let’s face facts: singing songs about really liking the Replacements isn’t paying our rent with the commies anymore.
Sixty-five years after it was published, J.D. Salinger’s novel remains a definitive expression of adolescent trauma.
The author of Closer: Notes from the Orgasmic Frontier of Female Sexuality on scientific ignorance, the sexualized Other, and Victorian hang ups.

Answering a letter titled “My Mind Likes Imagining Boys,” writer and advice-giver Heather Havrilesky (whose column, Ask Polly, began in 2012 at The Awl, moved to New York magazine and is, as of this...

For me and everyone else, football in Belfast is coded, but this year, I felt comfortable cheering for both Irish teams.The politics of Brexit, however, has no room for between-ness.
A man’s appetite can be hearty, but a woman with an appetite—for food, for sex, for simple attention—is always voracious: she always overreaches, because it is not supposed to exist.