Dear Amy Chua, Look, I know you’d be disappointed in us. (That is, if you took time off from bathing, Scrooge McDuck-style, in your millions to actually consider the situation.) This week we had the chance to develop our dear little Sasha’s intellect: Her preschool was offering Mandarin-language classes! And quasi-after-school, too, meaning both Jean …
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During the workweek, John Donohue is an editor at the “Goings On About Town” section of the New Yorker. But most weekends—and on the rare weeknight when he has time—you can find him in his kitchen, cooking for his wife and two young daughters. Fatherhood is still a role more associated with breadwinning than bread-baking, …
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Most of the time when I write a post about another publication’s work it is with the intent of making fun. Today, though, I’m in a good mood, perhaps due to the success of my burgeoning Theodore Ross media empire—please see here and here (oh, and to the New York Times commenter named Charles Bronson …
If, like me, you had a free 15 minutes or so between the time your monstrous offspring went to bed and the moment you drunkenly blacked out on the sofa, you probably read the New Yorker’s 24,558-word exegesis on Scientology, and the defection from the church of film director Paul Haggis. It’s a good read, …
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