Culture

In the 1990s investigative reporter Gary Webb broke the story linking the CIA with drug traffickers. Then his own fellow journalists effectively ruined him. Enter Hollywood.

Why post a personal when you could do Tinder? The reasons span centuries.

On the end of Saturday-morning cartoons.

Notes on an evening with Dan Harmon, and the myriad ways in which you can enchant and disappoint the ones you love (or, at least, who love you).

Prince's new albums fit in with his recent output: variations on conventional songcraft spelled by stretches of self-quotation. And yet, there's still every reason to look forward to what's next.

How a trio of "punk capitalists" killed the counterculture and beat big media at its own game.

Like Sarah Palin and the Fords before her, Paula Deen's new video network is ostensibly a platform to engage directly with fans unperturbed by certain scandals. It's also a way to avoid reality.

Television has long treated sex as either a perfect analogue or a comical inversion of the rest of character's life. Masters of Sex offers the radical notion that sex can be more than a metaphor.

Vaguely feverish notes on a few days of Ronnie Spector, Fagen-esque forgettable lyrics, the reunited Unicorns, and pastries unclassifiable in French or any other tongue.