**The Geopolitics of Mild Irritation: Jon Richardson and the Globalization of British Neurosis** In a world teetering on the precipice of climate catastrophe, nuclear proliferation, and the inexorable rise of TikTok dances, one might question the international significance of a 40-something British comedian whose primary export is acute social anxiety wrapped in self-deprecating humor. Yet…
Social Security Payments: The World’s Most Inclusive Lottery Nobody Wins Geneva, Switzerland — While Swiss bankers polish the brass nameplates that still read “Numbered Accounts R Us,” a far more democratic form of wealth redistribution is quietly taking place in 180-odd countries: governments mailing, wiring, or—if the local cell tower hasn’t been repossessed—WhatsApp-ing money to…
Immigration: The World’s Longest-Running Season Finale By “Borderline” Benito K., Senior Correspondent, Somewhere Over the Atlantic If Earth were a reality show, immigration would be the cliff-hanger no scriptwriter dares resolve—too lucrative, too messy, and the audience keeps hate-watching. Every continent is simultaneously auditioning newcomers and locking the greenroom door. The same governments that begged…
HOPENA POKIPALA, MAUI — Somewhere between the ninth Mai Tai and the tenth apology for colonialism, a rented Jeep Wrangler found itself intimately reacquainted with a century-old banyan tree. The tree, unmoved by either tourism or irony, remains upright; the Jeep, less so. Thus was born the “hopena pokipala car accident,” a phrase now ricocheting…
The Global Importance of Cleveland’s Cloud: Why Lake Erie’s Mood Swings Matter to Mongolia By “Storm-Chasing” Correspondent, Dave’s Locker Foreign Desk CLEVELAND—From the vantage point of Ulan Bator, a city whose own winters can kill a yak at twenty paces, Cleveland’s current weather is being monitored with the same solemn attention usually reserved for North…
Sam Morsy: The Egyptian Midfielder Quietly Reminding the World That Borders Are Just Suggestions By the time most people finish their second coffee, Sam Morsy has already crossed three time zones—figuratively, of course, but that’s the life of a man whose passport looks like an international ransom note. Born in Wolverhampton to Egyptian parents, molded…
Raye’s world tour is the latest proof that a British woman with a laptop full of heartbreak and a TikTok algorithm can still make the planet shudder. In an age when most pop acts outsource their charisma to LED walls, Raye—born Rachel Keen, South London, classically trained, statistically underpaid until last year—has managed to stitch…
Boots: The Quiet Conquerors Marching Across a Fractured Globe By Our Correspondent Who Has Spent Too Much Time in Airport Security Lines From the frost-cracked tundra of Yakutsk to the sweat-slick barrios of Bogotá, one sound unites humanity more reliably than any anthem or app: the rhythmic thud of a boot meeting earth. Not the…
The Pumpkin-Spice Pax Americana Rolls Out Again From Jakarta to Johannesburg, the same matte-black cup—this year embossed with a witch that looks suspiciously like a venture capitalist—has landed on 37,000 reclaimed-wood counters. Starbucks’ 2025 Halloween collection is here, and the planet has once again agreed to treat a Seattle marketing memo as a planetary liturgical…
Taylor Swift Cinema Showgirl: One Nation’s Pop Star Becomes the Planet’s State-Sponsored Diversion By the time the lights dimmed in a repurposed multiplex in Lagos last Friday, the ticket taker had already run out of souvenir wristbands. In Jakarta, scalpers were accepting payment in goat curry. And in Reykjavík, the mayor politely asked citizens to…
The EFL Cup: A Small Silver Vase in a World on Fire By Our Man in the Departure Lounge, Somewhere Over the North Sea Somewhere between the 38th parallel and the M6, I found myself watching Middlesbrough fans politely queue for overpriced lager while Tottenham’s travelling support argued over whether Korean fried chicken counted as…
The Rising Tide We Bought on Credit By Our Jaded Correspondent in a Drier-Than-Average Café, Bangkok The United Nations likes to say that floods are “the most common natural disaster,” which is diplomatic code for “the one we keep inviting back to dinner.” From the neon-drowned streets of Seoul to the newly aquatic boulevards of…
