Jess Lahitou

The blatant promise of a career in the spotlight has stripped the Bachelor/Bachelorette of its beautiful, benign lie: that we could watch “regular” people navigate the perils and pitfalls of modern dating, that such a quest was in and of itself enough, and that a happy ending was a real possibility.

Wayne Tracker. When I first came across this made-up alias, it didn’t speak to me like someone’s first and last name.

Nothing about his sexism is complicated. Right? According to election results, wrong.

Dear Mr. Morgan,

I should begin by clarifying that I am no political reactionary.

When Americans pick a president, they are looking for someone who is right for the moment. A person who speaks for the time, who is equipped to react and respond accordingly.

Every legal system in the world recognizes gradations of bad behavior.

Back in my early twenties, I struggled financially. But more so in that much-mocked Millennial quest of “finding myself,” I made a number of questionable decisions.

A few weeks ago, I thought we might actually celebrate the end of the 2016 election.

Tim Kaine and Mike Pence both showed themselves superior to their presidential ticket counterparts. Ouch.