Sarah Gladstone

No one wants to have to say, “Shalom! I’m a child of Israel, and you are . . . ?”

News flash from France: Exercise is good for the boobs!

Miley seems to be predictable only in the sense that we can always expect a controversy spilling from her lips. (Or loins.)

As Americans we have fallen prey to a particular "look" —namely white and thin—and suffer from an inability to shatter it. The result? A backhanded compliment of the hybrid variety: “You’re pretty . . . for a black girl.”

When it comes to baby animals, oohing and ahhing and squeeeing around them (baby bunny . . . squeee!) is usually the way to go.

The 21st century is a full blown teenager now.

Lady Gaga, an endangered

I know that in a lot of ways I am a cultural and ethnic enigma. But discussing my identity all the time can get old. Like, real old, real fast.

Leave it to parents to teach us all those pesky lessons in life, like some things are worth more than cookies and swimming pools. (Impossible.)

Word bombs like "hey baby" or “let me see that smile" create metaphysical clashes on the streets calling into question whether petulant catcalls are misogynistic (but harmless) or are actually societally sanctioned sexual abuse.