It’s hard to find anything truly shocking nowadays in a world that seemingly no longer has any rules, but that an ostensibly proud and legitimate newspaper like the Wall Street Journal sees fit to regularly lend its imprimatur of legitimacy to the rambling thoughts of a blithering idiot like Jason Whitlock is,…
This week, the New York Times—a paper which has seen subscriptions soar as The Resistance seeks its media savior—hired Bret Stephens, formerly of the Wall Street Journal, as its newest opinion columnist. Allow us to offer you a broad sample of his past work.
“Context.” What does it mean? Do we really need it? Is it possible to write an entire, outraged newspaper column without any context at all?
The media often makes reference to White America and its mysterious attitudes. But where can you gain access to this closed group? You must journey deep, deep into the rabbit hole.
As much as Republicans groaned about Donald Trump, they were always destined to fall in line once he actually had power. They are still falling.
In a story that dropped late Friday night, the Wall Street Journal reports that a Playboy model who says she had an affair with Donald Trump got a $150,000 paycheck from the National Enquirer, which curiously sat on the story after buying it.
It's apparently Roger Goodell Day over at the Wall Street Journal, because the paper's website currently features three (three!) pieces on the NFL's khaki-faced figurehead—they've got a Very Serious Sitdown Interview, a tick-tock feature that reads like Mark Halperin-penned fanfic, and (for fuck's sake) a …
I was toolin' around Longform the other day because it's one of my favorite places on the web and found a link to Joshua Prager's 2001 Wall Street Journal article about the Giants in 1951. The piece was the basis for Prager's book The Echoing Green.
The Wall Street Journal posted a story today about the offseason workout habits of Philadelphia Eagles tight end Brent Celek. It contains the following anecdote:
DVRs are the scourge of TV advertisers, which makes live sports—especially the NFL, and especially the Super Bowl—worth an enormous amount of money.
Unless LeBron has a writing career we don't know about, Dorothy Rabinowitz confused the Heat star with Bill James and his book Popular Crime in her Wall Street Journal column about an upcoming JFK documentary. To be fair, the mistake isn't that hard to make. They both left an indelible mark on their respective…
Baseball. It sure goes slowly. Sometimes something happens. Mostly, nothing happens.
The Wall Street Journal has helpfully assembled the sort of slow-news-month story that lets you forget that none of the four major sports (five, if you include college football) is playing many meaningful games at the moment. In it, the incomparably named Stu Woo compiled the Twitter follower counts for every team in…
Can we talk about this? Can we talk about everything wrong with the notion that if the Cubs are to succeed—if they are to finally, evitably win a championship—they have to first tear down Wrigley Field? That there is bad juju on Waveland and hoodoo on Sheffield and black alchemy on Addison and maybe some cursed pirate…
When the Wall Street Journal added a New York sports section, we assumed it would be more than game stories and notes columns. Sure enough, they've debuted with a series of needlessly rigorous analyses of things nobody cares about.
Chances are, you've never been to Myanmar. And correct me if I'm wrong, but you've also never been to a soccer game in Myanmar, because it's Myanmar, and because it's illegal for five people to gather in the same place.