“Love is complicated, if it exists,” the New Yorker staffer writes in his new book of essays, White Girls—an eminently tolerant and forgiving collection, even when it’s calling out the stupidity of the society that helped produce it.

The Maclean’s columnist speaks to Hazlitt about the dangers of underestimating Stephen Harper—a man whom, as many have learned, you write off as a tyrant, a loner, or a petty ideologue at your own peril.

Wherein Wendy shares an intimate moment with her energy healer.