MEDANSKY: Who’s afraid of Kim Kardashian?
For much of the person I am today, I have Ryan Seacreast to thank. For at least one prolonged period of my adolescence, Seacreast produced the vast majority of the entertainment media I consumed.
MEDANSKY: Inside the elevator
The man behind the curtain can’t hide forever — just ask John Lefevre. Last month, The New York Times outed the Texas banker as the guy behind @GSElevator.
MEDANSKY: A time for quizzing
The nice thing about BuzzFeed quizzes is that this doesn’t really matter at all: The tests are knowingly whimsical.
MEDANSKY: A government unchecked
The YCC has instead used student apathy as a tool to deflect attention away from the constitution, shielding them from questions critical of the claims that justified its revision.
MEDANSKY: For online anonymity
Anonymous space can foster honesty, and communities that are more transparent are better able to identify and rectify problems they encounter.
MEDANSKY: A messy Thanksgivukkah
At first, I did not like Thanksgivukkah one bit. For the uninitiated, Thanksgivukkah is pop culture’s latest portmanteau: a mix of America’s harvest holiday with the Jewish festival of lights. These celebrations rarely coincide. The former falls on the fourth Thursday of November, and the latter near the end of Kislev, a month determined by »
MEDANSKY: Honoring speech?
Even in the clearest of cases, a kind of murkiness can emerge when we wonder what it really means to “honor” the expression of others.
MEDANSKY: Tomorrow’s moon
It strikes me as somewhat ironic that NASA, once a testament to sustained national cooperation, has come to symbolize the gridlock of government shutdown.
MEDANSKY: The Ball in Salovey’s court
I hesitate to call this weekend’s inauguration a paradigm for inclusivity. Instead, the administration has spun its imperfect, yet benign ceremony into a shaky symbol for a democratic Yale.
MEDANSKY: The neutral Internet
The Internet surprises me every day, and this time, Facebook’s the culprit. When she used Facebook to invite friends to her 16th birthday party, Dutch teenager Merthe Weusthuis opened a Pandora’s box of virtual catastrophes. Weusthuis forgot to mark her party — a small affair at her home in Haren, Groningen — as private. Her »