Tyrese Haliburton and the Quiet Americanization of the World’s Living Room By Dave’s Locker Foreign Desk When a 23-year-old from Oshkosh, Wisconsin—yes, the place that still manufactures overalls—drops 43 points on the NBA’s most marketable franchise while wearing sneakers named after a Japanese manga demon, you begin to understand why geopolitics now comes with a…
Andora—pronounced with the same breathy reverence a sommelier reserves for a 1945 Château Pétrus—has quietly become the planet’s most exclusive gated community that nobody can actually find on a reliable map. Tucked between two quarrelling Iberian neighbors who can’t even agree on ham regulations, the 468-square-kilometre sovereign speck is what happens when medieval real-estate arbitrage…
Arsenal Women’s meteoric rise isn’t merely a feel-good subplot for North-London nostalgists eating lukewarm pies at the Emirates; it’s a geopolitical mood ring that turns pink whenever global power shifts. While diplomats in Geneva argue over commas in climate accords, Jonas Eidevall’s side has quietly weaponised possession statistics and pressed the patriarchy into its own…
The Curious Case of Erin Bates Paine, or How a Quiverfull Daughter Became a Global Rorschach Test By the time Erin Bates Paine’s Instagram story about her recent miscarriage reached a 19-year-old climate activist in Jakarta, the news had already been processed through three languages, two Telegram channels, and one very excitable Brazilian meme account….
Welcome to the age of the boys—yes, those boys. Not the Netflix superheroes or the prep-school rugby squad, but the planetary swarm of young males aged 15-30 who now constitute history’s largest single demographic bloc. The UN calls them a “youth bulge.” Economists prefer the more market-friendly term “demographic dividend.” Development workers whisper the less…
Tom Holland Is Still Clinging to the Multiverse, and the Rest of Us Are Just Trying to Hang On By the time you finish this sentence, Tom Holland will have signed another three-picture deal, watched his latest blockbuster top the box office in seventeen languages, and politely apologized to a Brussels reporter for spoiling something…
Jessica Alba and the Global Afterglow of the American Dream By Dave’s Locker International Desk If you were to drop a pin on the world map every time a non-American has cited Jessica Alba as evidence that the United States still produces something besides student debt and drone footage, the resulting constellation would look suspiciously…
Brett Anderson and the Curious Case of the Global Everyman By Our Man in the Departures Lounge Somewhere between the duty-free cigarette counter and Gate C-19, the name “Brett Anderson” flashed across a hundred screens like a low-budget prophecy. In São Paulo it was spelled “Bret,” in Seoul “Buretteu,” and in the fluorescent corridors of…
The Fabian Society: How a Bunch of Victorian Londoners Still Decide Whether Your Bus Fare Goes Up By the time the barista in Manila finishes spelling your name wrong, a 140-year-old British think tank has already nudged three governments toward slightly higher VAT. Welcome to the enduring afterlife of the Fabian Society—an organization whose members…
Tom Odell: The Last Piano Man Standing in a World That’s Already Autotuned Itself to Death By Our Man in Existential Limbo If you’ve ever sat in a departure lounge at 3 a.m. watching CNN loop the same footage of a burning cargo ship while your flight to anywhere is delayed indefinitely, you’ve probably heard…
Scorpion in a Suitcase: How René Higuita Accidentally Became the World’s Most Dangerous Tourist By the time the Berlin Wall had been reduced to souvenir fragments, René Higuita was busy turning the penalty area into a geopolitical playground. The Colombian goalkeeper—part acrobat, part liability insurer’s nightmare—never bothered to wait for history’s permission slip. Instead, he…
There was a moment—around the time the Berlin Wall was still chucking chunks of concrete at history’s shins—when a Glasgow shipyard welder-turned-banjo-strumming-folk-singer strode onto a London stage and essentially annexed the English language for his own comic empire. Sir William Connolly, CBE, knight-errant of the one-liner and hair like a dandelion that’s seen things, was…
