Pity the Best-of List and the poor fool (Hi! Nice to meet you!) who agrees to make one. Especially one about the '90s—one of popular music's most prolific and diverse decades. The '90s were the twilight of music's analog era. It was a time of unparalleled musical diversity and creativity, buoyed by consumers who saved their allowances and paychecks to buy CDs and cassettes. This is a mixtape—a sampling of songs from one of the most inspiring decades in music. There are record-smashing hits, underrated gems, wacky one-hit wonders, and influential indie tracks. There's a little bit of everything and something for everyone, except die-hard Harvey Danger fans. Sorry, but "Flapole Sitta" sucks. |
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Shopping for a new phone? Choose one that takes quality pics. |
| You have to admit, after the RNC, it's fun watching the Republicans fumble like this. |
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Major fashion brands are interested in your skin. Not in a creepy way. They are banking on the idea that if you like what they do for your wardrobe, you're going to love what they do for your mug. The good news is that these labels have technology and money that upstart brands usually don't. That translates into new ingredients, more elegant formulas, and packaging designed with the same care that goes into the clothes. So whether you're looking for a cutting-edge face cream, a simple all-in-one routine, or an excellent natural body lotion, here are three labels to know when you're ready to make over your medicine cabinet. |
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Consider this a petition for the First Base Cut. |
| In-house perfumer Olivier Polge fills us in on the automotive inspiration behind Allure Homme Sport Superleggera. |
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To my own shame, I have become a jaded reader in recent years. By this I mean that my enthusiasm and curiosity, my drive to experience new worlds, have all been damaged by a persistent disjunct between reality and the speculative fiction I most enjoy. Is it any wonder, given the horrors of Trump's first regime, the looming threat of another, a global plague allowed to run rampant, and a billionaire-backed culture war on the rest of us? I'm more jaded about everything now. Escapism at this juncture feels like a way to temporarily pretend that everything is fine—and while there's value in taking a break from hell, it also feels dangerous. What I've found myself seeking instead are philosophies of entropy and survival—that is, fiction that addresses multifaceted decay and the psychology needed to survive it |
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