You can take time away from the chaos of daily life and absorb the majesty of it all, if only briefly.
It’s time for Biden to stop playing politics with this issue and get serious about protecting the citizens of this country.
There is absolutely no reason that women cannot drive a garbage truck, fight a fire, open a door, or put up a telephone pole.
Of all the historical styles Kelce could’ve gone for, the fade is the absolute best for a person of pallor.
Carl Weathers, who died at 76 last week, was an entertainer who moved from drama to action to comedy with ease.
The latest nuttery from one of the commissars of California matters not just to the Golden State, but to the other 49.
Chappelle is the court jester attempting to chide those in charge into seeing the folly of their ways.
Norman Lear pioneered putting regular black people on television, but he must now be evaluated through the most ridiculous modern lens.
The new Netflix film uses the premise of old dads as a launchpad for a fight against the silliness of younger generations.
Is 'The Eras Tour' perfect? For those who only see it in theaters, the answer is no. But the film reminds us that music unites generations.
Years of a generally growing economy and cheap credit might have made us set our sights too high for our first cars.
It would be good for society if corporate media truly cared about the well-being of kids. Alas, they do not.
Musk just saved a whole lot of X users from having to deal with the comments of the solid majority who don’t read articles before posting.
It's OK to chill out, parents. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the games.
Don’t get tested, don’t self-report, and don’t be a statistic for the neurotic control freaks who emerged in the past few years.
Our first black vice president just erased over 150 years of black musicians while proclaiming that a subsequent genre will not be erased.
Artists like Oliver Anthony represent the new counterculture -- one spurred on by our failed elite class who can't even do corruption right.
'Barbie' is a two-hour grind through a litany of complaints about how the patriarchy is keeping the ladies down.
The days when one could exchange ideas with strangers online and get the thrill of new followers, likes, and shares are not returning.
By the end of the film, I was still wondering what I had just seen, other than an hour and 45 minutes of Anderson’s distinct style.