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She flips the book open to show me her first painting. It is…a watercolor figure of a naked, faceless woman who looks like shes on fire. Her body is curvy, with Coke-bottle dimensions. Her skin is mauve and striking, and shes surrounded by a yellow-gold amber. Theres a suggestion of a neck, but theres nothing where her head would normally be, disintegrating from the shoulders up into a smolder of flames. “Shes a little fire lady,” Zendaya explains calmly. “Thats kind of the thing, right...

To print this article, all you need is to be registered or login on Mondaq.com. Repeatedly, we hear the terms diversity and inclusion (D&I) thrown around within the context of initiatives to be undertaken within organizations to improve work culture and client service. Nevertheless, herein lies the problem: initiatives are only meant to be short-term and D&I requires far more than a short-term fix. In this episode of Diversonomics, our hosts Roberto Aburto and Cindy Kou...

America Spent 2020 Retreating Into the Sounds of the Past Slate 12/19/2020 Chris Molanphy © Provided by Slate The Weeknd’s “Blinding Lights,“ a synth-pop throwback, was the biggest hit of 2020. Photo illustration by Slate. Screengrab from Vevo/YouTube. In Slate’s annual Damn, was this the Tekashi 6ix9ine of years, or what? Only in a year as appalling as this one could the rainbow-haired, rainbow-toothed, should-be Henry Hill actually score a No. 1 hit, seemingly j...

Damn, was this the Tekashi 6ix9ine of years, or what? Only in a year as appalling as this one could the rainbow-haired, rainbow-toothed, should-be Henry Hill actually score a No. 1 hit, seemingly just to troll Billboard magazine. The actual best song of 2020 might be “WAP” or “Shameika” or “Don’t Start Now” or “Blinding Lights” or, my pick, “Savage (Remix),” but the song that encapsulates 2020 is definitely “Trollz”: a sickening spectacle we should have seen coming, m...

Opinions | The pandemic is traumatic for kids like mine. I have no idea how to help them. David Perry © Koen Van Weel/AFP/Getty Images An empty classroom. My daughter flung herself down on me, crying as she said, “I hate this so much.” She’s 11 now but still a foot shorter than me, so her head was pressed into my chest, her words muffled. I felt the damp of her tears press through my T-shirt and squeezed her as tightly as I dared. “Me, too,” I said. My daughter...

“How many are you expecting for Hanukkah?” she asks. I text back even though my sarcasm can’t be heard through my typing: “How many people? It’s 2020, Mom. It’s just us.” And then I think about it and feel terrible. My mom was never really into the Festival of Lights, but this year is different from all other years, and missing her is painful. I quickly text back: “I wish you were here.” “Me too,” she he writes. And then she adds, “I can’t find the menorah emoji!” I...