Category: The Dish

"I can’t believe Senator Clinton would say anything that dumb," – Charlie Rangel, on Clinton’s "whites" remark.

The trickle starts to look like a flood.

Washington, DC, 6.20 pm.

Who can blame them?

Eighty percent of Australians live within 80 miles of the sea; 50 percent of the country’s houses sit less than 8 miles from a beach.

A blog that switches men’s with babies’ heads through the magic of photoshop:

Mark Vernon updates Fromm by explaining the difference between falling in love and standing in love.

Will Saletan on the latest developments:

As neuroscientists focus their attention on obesity, you can expect to see more studies comparing food cravings to drug addiction. As these studies accumulate, you can expect to hear them cited in campaigns to regulate junk food. But the people pushing this analogy had better hope the science is exaggerated. Because if we really do crave junk food the way addicts crave drugs, good luck prying those cheeseburgers from our hands.

Beijing artist Zhan Wang’s model of San Francisco, sculpted from cookware.

Larison points me to this sentence by Michael Gerson:

A president is expected to be a patriotic symbol himself, not the arbiter of patriotic symbols. He is supposed to be the face-painted superfan at every home game; to wear red, white and blue boxers on special marital occasions; to get misty-eyed during the most obscure patriotic hymns.

When will be rid of this neurosis? The desperate need to prove and re-prove and demonstrate and re-demonstrate one’s love of country is not a form of patriotism. It’s a form of insecurity. All the way down to underwear.