Minneapolis is home to all kinds of endangered wildlife—all teeth and scales and leather.

Does art have to be relatable—does it have to mean anything—to be any good? Maybe not at all, as Ira Glass’s rash tweet—and a short novel by Penelope Fitzgerald—reminds us.

The yellow-suited detective once starred in America’s favourite comic strip. He’s still alive—but is he vital? How a U.S. Establishment icon became a kitsch artifact.

Like Wipeout, minus the schadenfreude and with a solemn appreciation of people with freakish upper-body strength.

There’s nothing quite like criticism from outsiders to spur irrational defenses of our own narrow status quo.