Don’t be a square—solve our crossword. This week’s puzzle was constructed by Rachel Fabi and Benjamin Panico, and edited by ...

Kei Jokura was inspecting his tankful of ctenophores—gelatinous, shimmering sea creatures approximately the size of apricots—when he noticed one had, seemingly overnight, gained a second rear end. As ...

There was a multitude of jinks this weekend, by any standard, which meant it would be hard to identify the highest of them. It was an unusually rich NFL Sunday, with two blocked field goal scoop ‘n’ ...

Last week, the Washington Post wrote about why so many of the people that wait in line for hours to get into Donald Trump’s ...

Round up a little, and Diego Pavia might well be six feet tall, his generously listed height. Before he transferred to ...

The moment at which an astute but otherwise objective observer might have begun getting suspicious about whether something ...

If you take the New York Jets aspect out of the thing, and then further strip a bunch of really crucial context from it, it is easy to see how Jets fans might have been optimistic about this season.

We have enjoyed multiple trips to malls together in the past, and recently hit the Wildwood boardwalk for a T-shirt report; ...

Do you find yourself involuntarily salivating for Twin Snakes or Starmix? Are you standing tippy-toe for a handful of Sour ...

It is fall, and along with football, sweaters, and pumpkin spice latte memes, this time of year is reserved for marathon film ...

David Foster Wallace had a thing for boredom. He had such a thing for it that he turned it into a kind of last legacy.

The year is 1979. The Phillies are playing the Reds. Pete Rose tries to steal second, and the throw arrives late. The ump ...