When I needed money, I learned coding—but I ended up so miserable that I left IT forever.
I can watch a video with 55 million views, cry over it, feel the feeling—and never know who made it, or who was in it.
Look, look! Who else could have thought of such beauty? We clearly are the best.
What’s happening to the shiny digital generation in the U.S. has already happened to the generation of my grandparents in the Soviet Union.
The coverage of Butina’s case has been unforgivably sensationalist and misogynistic.