Jess Glynne and the Universal Art of Not Giving a Damn By Our Correspondent Somewhere between Terminal 3 and Existential Crisis In the grand casino of global pop, where chips are counted in Spotify streams and the house always wins unless your name rhymes with “Lizzo,” Jess Glynne has quietly become the house wine: reliably…
Rugby World Cup 2025: When the World Decides to Beat Each Other Up Politely By Our Correspondent, Nursing a Concussion of the Soul England, 7 September 2025 – While the planet smolders gently under record July temperatures and central banks play “who can spook the markets faster,” twenty nations have agreed to settle their differences…
Natalie Portman: The Accidental Geopolitical Weapon By the time most passports have collected three sad visa stamps, Natalie Portman has already rewritten the foreign-policy syllabus. Born in Jerusalem, passport-stamped in Washington, educated at Harvard, Oscar-polished in Los Angeles, and now—because the world insists on tidy narratives—drafted into the culture wars of half a dozen capitals….
The Ballad of JJ McCarthy, or How a Kid from La Grange Park Accidentally Became a Geopolitical Prop Somewhere between the Danube and the Mekong, foreign-policy wonks are quietly updating their risk matrices because a 21-year-old quarterback with a Roman-numeral nickname just got drafted by the Minnesota Vikings. The name is JJ McCarthy—two initials so…
Somewhere between the lapping of Lake Michigan and the ghost of Al Capone’s violin case lies Chicago, a city that still insists on wearing its 1893 World’s Fair monocle while everyone else has moved on to augmented-reality headsets. To the foreign visitor, the place feels like a museum where the exhibits occasionally jump the velvet…
Austin Peay vs. Georgia: When the World’s Problems Pause for 40 Minutes of Manufactured Hope by Diego Morales, International Correspondent-at-Large The University of Georgia Bulldogs—an outfit valued somewhere between a Baltic nation’s GDP and Jeff Bezos’ weekend yacht budget—took the floor Saturday against Austin Peay State University, whose annual athletics subsidy is roughly what the…
Morgan Rogers and the Grand Illusion of Modern Football By Dave’s Foreign Correspondent (Still Jet-Lagged in Dubai Duty-Free) There is a moment—usually around the 73rd minute, when the floodlights hum like tired cicadas and the stadium Wi-Fi finally buckles under 60,000 TikTok uploads—when a player like Morgan Rogers reminds the planet why it collectively agreed…
Bryson DeChambeau, the human launch monitor who looks like he bench-presses physics textbooks, has become golf’s most reliable export of controlled chaos. While the rest of the planet argues over tariffs, carbon credits, and whose submarine is parked in whose harbor, DeChambeau is busy re-engineering the supposedly pastoral game into something resembling a NASA stress…
PARIS—Somewhere between the fifth croissant and the third existential crisis of the week, the name Kellen Moore ping-ponged through the global sports-commentariat like a ricocheting drone strike. To the average Parisian barista, the phrase “Kellen Moore” sounds like the latest Scandinavian furniture line—minimalist, vaguely threatening, and guaranteed to fall apart after four seasons. Yet on…
A Severe Thunderstorm Watch Has Been Issued—for the Entire Planet From the equatorial belt to the Arctic Circle, from the rice paddies of Guangxi to the ski resorts of Zermatt, the alert is out: the sky is in a mood and we all live under the same temperamental ceiling. The United States may have trademarked…
Pete Wicks: The Existential Haircut Roaming a Planet on Fire By Dave’s Foreign Correspondent-at-Large, somewhere between duty-free vodka and the abyss In the grand, slow-motion car crash we politely call “current affairs,” certain names ricochet across the Anglosphere’s algorithmic echo chamber with the inexplicable persistence of a drunk uncle at a wedding. One such name…
FAYETTEVILLE, USA — Somewhere between the Ozarks and the Ozempic, the Arkansas Razorbacks are playing football again. That may sound like local color to most of the planet, but in an era when American college sports have become the last reliable export that doesn’t explode on the launchpad, the Razorbacks are—believe it or not—global news….
