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What Went Wrong at New York City Ballet
Amid allegations of sexual harassment and violence, the company is reckoning with its tone on and off the stage.
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Uber and the Ongoing Erasure of Public Life
The ride-sharing service has become a subsidized alternative to the transit systems that it claims to support.
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Jane Curtin Is Playing It Straight
The actress on her sitcom years, the early, turbulent days of “S.N.L.,” and the shifting sands of the present.
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The Rules, Guidelines, and Decrees of Patty’s Mother
If you run out of food at your dinner party, the world will end.
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From the Archive: Toni Morrison and the Ghosts in the House
“Being a black woman writer is not a shallow place but a rich place to write from. It doesn’t limit my imagination; it expands it,” Morrison, who turns eighty-eight today, said.
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Heavy Metal Confronts Its Nazi Problem
In late January, fifteen bands performed at the Black Flags Over Brooklyn festival, which was organized as probably New York City’s first anti-Fascist extreme-metal show.
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A Weak President Declares a Fake National Emergency
Trump’s fictitious border crisis is a central element of the political narrative he has constructed for his white-nationalist base, and it’s one he can’t easily back away from.
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Sunday Reading: The Art of the Profile
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The Lovely Nineteen-Twenties Flapper Cartoons of Barbara Shermund
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Throughout the Roaring Twenties, Shermund’s cartoons reflected what it was like to be a “new woman” navigating Manhattan, with sophisticated humor that spoke to the urban demimonde of the day.
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Half man, half myth, Debs turned a radical creed into a deeply American one.
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The artist discusses a new album, “South of Reality,” and outer space in the building where his parents, John Lennon and Yoko Ono, used to live and work.
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