There had been, before either of them could have known that memory itself is forever conspiring against the sequence of events it pretends merely to preserve, an evening whose darkness did not so much descend upon the little park as seep upward from the earth itself, enfolding the benches, the trees, the hesitant gestures of two people seated side by side until the whole world seemed suspended in that peculiar hour when the last certainty of daylight relinquishes its claim an

For decades, the standard baby-boomer position on tattoos was admirably consistent: they were for Popeye, his rival Bluto and WWII sailors who’d “seen things,” bikers named Snake, carnival workers who guessed your weight for a dollar, and inmates with homemade chess sets and a suspiciously detailed knowledge of homemade shivs. Then something happened. The post-war generation that embraced free love, acid and disco while disdaining tattoos as a sign of poor judgment has finall

David Sherman The New York Times and other legacy, lying, commie, fascist left-wing, liberal press outlets report Gen-Zers think sex is a four-letter word. I don’t know what a Gen-Zer is, other than horny, but young men and women have decided sex with others is a hassle. Women say men are nuts, undoubtedly true. The U.S. elected a role-model rapist as president, though most men, it is said, fear hitting on women now means they’re lower than pond scum. Asking a woman at wor