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After Dobbs, fetal personhood has become the anti-abortion movement's new objective.

"The new air is empty, and who knew / we'd miss even what afflicted us?"

The Talking Heads front man brought his acrylic markers to the Pace gallery recently to make some art--dancing ovals, a glamorous blob--on the stairwell walls.

"Terminator 2" was a good choice. Throughout the whole movie I forgot about the groping.

From Brickman, I learned that satire can be friendly, even cheerful, and that anything was a suitable target.

To prepare for his role on the TV show "Daredevil: Born Again," the son of Tony Soprano gave Staten Island a try.

The danger behind the President's posturing is that, by so emphatically insisting on America's indispensability, he may be undermining it.

Charlie Duncan, a hundred-and-five-year-old Georgia resident, recalls the mood in 1929.

Also: Whitney White in "Macbeth in Stride," Ani DiFranco's dramatic return, Takeshi Kitano's inventive new film, and more.

In David Cronenberg's film, billed as his most personal work, Vincent Cassel plays a grieving husband who has devised a novel way of never letting go.