Village Voice

  • Francis Davis takes on Wynton Marsalis

    A smart and timely review of the new Wynton Marsalis album.
  • "Bitches-and-hos" lesbian subculture

    Have some young lesbians taken a cue from mainstream rap on how to treat women?
  • Boys will be girls

    Parents support 5-year-old's decision to live as the opposite sex.
  • Idiocy of the week

    Using Eminem, badly, for political gain.
  • Did Lester Bangs die in vain?

    Jim DeRogatis' solid new biography argues that "America's greatest rock critic" spawned a generation of self-absorbed hacks -- and a neutered music press that wouldn't have a place for him anymore.
  • Brother knows best

    Dave Eggers talks, with some reluctance, about the staggering work of being a genius parent.
  • Village Voice sold

    The New York paper that was once the lone wolf of alternative journalism has become the crown jewel in a nascent media empire.
  • Unto us, a poster child is born

    They are the heroes and victims upon which we affix life's tragic lessons and drill them into your head. Plus: Is James Ellroy snubbing L.A.?
  • The unbearable lightness of Schwarzenegger

    Film critics struggle to review "The End of Days" and still retain their indie cred. Plus: The AIDS crisis in Africa and one writer's desperate attempt to get a job at Maxim.
  • Don't look back

    But if you do, how can you say whether your life might have turned out differently? For me, it was a stark choice: Accept the absolute limits on human hope or adhere to the destructive fantasy of change.
  • The American way of bigotry

    As we divide along racial lines, aren't we surrendering the fundamental idea of what it means to be American?
  • Tree girl has spawned!

    Young, PR-savvy idealists defend forests, Republicanism and dog food. Plus: Graphic sex writing is soooo 1995; Leonard Nimoy speaks Yiddish?
  • The malling of America

    Old Navy and Starbucks and Jamba Juice! Oh my! Plus: Feed looks at the latest trend in computer interfaces.
  • Nudity for all!

    Too hot? Lose the swimsuit, say several venerable publications. Plus: Reform Party madness, TV racial quotas and a ridiculous theory on recent violence.
  • Generation R.I.P.

    The Village Voice pronounces Generation X as dead as Kurt Cobain and as irrelevant as a Cheesy Poof. Plus: Alternative health stories that don't suck.
  • Alternative juju

    Unconventional remedies are ripe for journalistic inquiry, but are weeklies up to the job? Plus: The secrets of mosquitoes, Osama bin Laden's hiding place and Internet IPOs revealed!
  • Whither fair lesbians?

    Gay Pride marches on, leaving its lesbian sisters to cough up the dust. Plus: The Boston Phoenix reports on Starbucks' latest conquest and why pheromone perfumes only make you stink.
  • Jar Jar mania must die!

    The Village Voice takes Jar Jar theorizing too far; a quasi-national alternative glossy editor's cri de coeur; new theories on love and marriage.
  • Advertising stole my humanity!

    Capitalism is out of control with sexist ad execs, mix tapes by irrelevant hippies and the inevitable, horrible cloning of "The Bridget Jones Diary."
  • Ma Bell's ill communication

    The Dallas Observer exposes telecommunications madness; rumors of carcinogenic tampons may be greatly exaggerated.
  • Millennial-time religion

    The L.A. Weekly gets spiritual; poo falls from the sky in Salt Lake City.
  • Liberti, Egaliti, Versace!

    American fashion mags get democratic,embracing fat women, old women, etc.
  • Michael Bérubé's difficult balancing act

    While battling the critics of political correctness outside the university, the "tenured radical" also slams his fellow academics for failing to help graduate students and other untenured scholars organize.
  • Sentenced to death

    If you can understand these tortured, indecipherable examples of "transgressive" academic writing, you're driving too close.
  • Murdoch knows best

    Rupert Murdoch buys Pat Robertson's fundamentalist family cable network, uniting Bart Simpson with John-Boy Walton at last.

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