Grasses—green, neatly trimmed, symbols of civic virtue—shaped the national landscape. They have now outlived their purpose.
The meringue-y sandwich cookies—airy, dainty, gluten-free, and high-maintenance—are "the new cupcake" the nation has been waiting for.
Ebola is a disease that preys on human connection. To fight it, new technologies are attempting to industrialize human distance.
Switzerland will petition the United Nations to include its signature singing style as an "intangible" site of human culture.
NASA has collected clips of some of the best moments in humans' exploration of the world beyond Earth.
This is what globalization looks like.
This morning, the singer released "Track 3"—eight seconds of silence. Was it a mistake, or a super-profound commentary on the contemporary condition?
Why is it "Bart Simpson," and not just "Bart"? A brief—and ancient—origin story.
The actress appeared at an event yesterday looking distinctly non-Bridget Jones-like. Which makes you wonder ... well, many things.
A lot evolves between the first year of coupledom and the ones that follow—including references to "home," "dinner," and "love."
Two hundred years ago, a brewery suffered an equipment malfunction, sending a 15-foot-tall wave of porter through the streets of London.
To fight Ebola, President Obama has appointed the U.S.'s latest ... Russian emperor? Here's a brief history of a strange title.
The procedure, for a long time available only to the very wealthy, is making its way to cultural normalcy.
Research confirms what margherita lovers already know: The perfect cheese is bendy, bubbly, and capable of getting brown. (In other words, mozzarella.)
A third of you admit to it, anyway.
The first paintings ever made by human hands, new research suggests, were outlines of human hands. And they were created not in Spain or France, but in Indonesia.
Featuring several diamonds, two breasts, and one extremely awkward cockatoo, her Vanity Fair cover underscores what made the hacking so outrageous: lack of consent.
The most important part of the film's message is neither misogynistic nor feminist; it's about what happens when two people are bound together, forever.
Whether you blame it on Alex Trebek or on Mel Gibson, it's a silly idea with deep roots.
They've become boring. And that means they're finally getting interesting.
Blame Nike. Or ancient Egypt. Either way, socks are becoming the new neckties.