Don’t ask me how I know that there used to be a drug-culture term express elevator. That was what you rode when you took uppers and downers at the same time: simultaneously soaring through the roof and crashing through the floor.
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All Music Is Good and Liking Is Overrated
Today I want to revisit a subject I first wrote about a year ago: “open-earedness” — an academic term for openness to new music. I shared some ideas about how to stay open-eared back then, but it’s something I still think about.
Why Does Ozempic Cure All Diseases?
Fine, the title is an exaggeration. But only a small one. GLP-1 receptor agonist medications like Ozempic are already FDA-approved to treat diabetes and obesity.
Inside the Gen-Z operation powering Harris’ online remix
It went viral. First, as a criticism of Harris on right-wing social media accounts, including @RNCResearch, the rapid response account of the Republican National Committee.
Wait, is PowerPoint cool now?
D.C. consultant Seamus O’Neill stood before an attentive audience and cleared his throat. “Some of you may be wondering how rats got to D.C.,” he began. “Like most residents, rats came to D.C. for work.” The crowd laughed, as O’Neill, 24, continued in earnest.
Don’t try to be interesting. DO interesting
Interesting isn’t a personality type, it’s a set of habits and a way of seeing the world. Russell Davies shares more in this excerpt from Do Interesting. Some years ago, I was invited to go to the University of Oregon and teach the advertising students something.
How a one-man news site beat the national media on a Trump shooting scoop
John Paul Vranesevich, the owner and only full-time reporter for the Beaver Countian, was reporting on a candlelight vigil for a slain transgender teen in Mercer County, Pa., last Saturday when his phone started pinging with text messages.
One Person One Price
This article appears in the June 2024 issue of The American Prospect magazine. Subscribe here.
Pricing rip-offs are about to get even worse
When I was flying back from London a few weeks ago, I slipped into a rabbit hole I haven’t tunneled out of since. I knew what I had paid for my seat, how many miles I had used for the indulgence of an upgrade.