• Emmy
    As shows dribble and drab their way back onto TV (drab too often being the operative word -- am I the only one who thinks "30 Rock" is suddenly too clever for its own good?), now would seem to be a good time to check out Emmy, the official magazine of the Academy of Television Arts & Sciences. Precisely what science they're referring to I have no idea ("We have a hole in the Tuesday night schedule, Mr. Zucker. To the laboratory!"), but they do produce a decent magazine. Indeed, if the industry put as much work into its programs ...
  • Rugby
    Rugby's mission is to "entertain, educate and enlighten its 50,000 readers." It begins with action-packed photos that prove the boys of rugby don't stint on gym time. These modern-day Adonises have pinup written all over them. I haven't seen definition like this since Michelangelo picked up a paintbrush.
  • Muslim Girl
    The Arab woman in my Brooklyn neighborhood looked odd and mysterious in her burqa -- until I noticed she was yelling on her cell phone. She seemed a walking contradiction then, caught between two worlds. That's also the dilemma of Muslim Girl's readers -- illustrated most starkly in a piece about a Toronto 16-year-old who was allegedly murdered by her father for not wearing hijab, the Muslim woman's headscarf.
  • upscale
    After growing up in a lily-white suburb with a total of two black kids in my 1,800-plus-student high school (neither of them in my class), I now live in an urban neighborhood that is about 80% black. It's solidly middle-class, so that's not different, but there are some definite cultural nuances you just don't get in the suburbs. And even once you're here, you still don't "get" some of it. So I decided to check out upscale, which I found at the grocery store.
  • Florida Designers Review
    In America, it has long been assumed that bigger was better. What else could explain the fins on Fifties cars? Then came the laptop revolution -- and we discovered, unlike George Costanza, that shrinkage was good. Yes, there were transistor radios, but the sound was tinny and, like the current array of digital toys, largely the province of youth. And by youth, I mean those who do not pay rent. Once a landlord breaks your heart, you've crossed the Rubicon. Today, you can watch TV on a mobile phone or text your 2,000 Facebook pals on a BlackBerry the size ...
  • Battle Of The Baseball Previews
    Opening day means more than cold stadiums and wildly fluctuating batting averages. It also means magazine racks stuffed to the gills with baseball previews. What you might not know is which, if any, are worth reading. Well, I've picked up two -- Lindy's 2008 Baseball Preview and Athlon Sports' Baseball -- and neither made me ask for my money back,
  • Inc.
    You may recall the best-selling business book "Who Moved My Cheese?" -- a cringe-worthy parable where mice and "little people" illustrate the not-exactly revelatory point that change is necessary. I knew Inc.'s BS-meter was working correctly when it gave "Cheese" a much-deserved bitch-slap. Yet, Inc., as "The Handbook of the American Entrepreneur," Inc. provides its own share of advice, but it's of a consistently high level -- nothing, dare I say, cheesy.
  • GOOD
    For years, I have tried to come up with a quick answer for people who ask if I'm a vegetarian or not. I was, now I'm not, but I won't eat just any old meat -- it has to be organic, free-range and preferably certified humane. Now is about the time in the conversation when people start rolling their eyes, or if they are polite, try to change the subject. But let me tell you, thanks to an article in GOOD, now I don't feel so silly for my complicated philosophies about eating. The thoroughly reported and well-written piece explores ...