I could never be a Yeshiva student in Brooklyn. My new glasses are too cool for school.
 
 
Borough Park’s Bobover Yeshiva B’Nei Zion has banned students from wearing thick-framed, retro glasses because the now-chic eyewear represents “the new modernism,” the New York Post reports.
This week’s release of Star Trek Into Darkness has nerds everywhere sweating through their completely un-ironic Captain Kirk t-shirts. But what’s getting their tighty-whities in a twist is the film’s take on Spock as a Vulcan love machine, locking lips with his Starfleet girlfriend, Uhuru. No matter how much chemistry there is between actors Zachary Quinto and Zoe Saldana, one thing I do not want to see is a Spock sex scene (even if it reveals an erotic use for the Vulcan nerve pinch). In an effort to spare our eyeballs from similar horrors, here’s a list of other pop...
 
 
Did you ever stop and think to yourself: “Y’know who’s not working hard enough around here? Freaking carriage horses.”
 
 
Me neither.
The son of Dutch and Irish immigrants, Charles Whitecar Miskelly was a South Jersey shipbuilder who died in 1963 at age 83. He was also a writer, one who shut himself up in his home office and banged out stories on a typewriter he repaired with a fishing line. He wrote historical novels and short stories about the towns around him, as well as beautiful, sometimes heartbreaking poetry.
 
 
A few minutes after hearing the guilty verdicts against him, while attorneys huddled with the judge, Kermit Gosnell continued to shake his head in disbelief. Alternating between derisive snorts, and a bemused, sometimes bitter-looking smile, Gosnell stared into the jury box, seemingly unable to accept what had just happened to him—or what he faces next.
 
 
Gosnell will face a death penalty hearing, beginning May 21st, after being found guilty by a jury of six women and six men, in the first degree homicide of three babies born alive in his abortion clinic.
 
 
Gosnell was also convicted of involuntary manslaughter in the death...
As details spilled out of Cleveland’s "House of Horrors," I asked the same question that you undoubtedly asked. How on earth could three young girls be held captive in a modest home in the middle of a crowded neighborhood for more than a decade without anyone knowing?
 
 
That’s when it hit me. We are slowly losing a crucial crime-fighting tool: nosy neighbors.
On Tuesday, Prince Harry will be visiting Seaside Heights and Mantoloking, two towns that were torn apart by Hurricane Sandy. That's a very nice gesture, and one that should raise spirits—or at least throngs of screaming women—for a town that's been through so much in the last six months.
 
 
But let's be real here: This is Prince Harry. Prince "Parties Naked in Las Vegas" Harry. The guy's got some more touring to do.
In the coming days and weeks, as new Sixers GM Sam Hinkie and his advanced metrics approach to basketball are celebrated, remember the sage words of an NBA executive I talked to on Friday:
 
 
“This is ‘Moneyball,’ and ‘Moneyball hasn’t won a playoff series yet,” he says.
 
 
What about that 2009 first-round triumph over Portland?
 
 
“That wasn’t Moneyball,” the exec says, dismissively. “That was Yao Ming, who was a transcendent player.”
Because of accessibility and user-friendliness via cell phone, Twitter has become the social media platform of choice among young people, and those who would otherwise have difficulty accessing the Internet. That brings us to the lazy (and complicated) shorthand “Black Twitter,” a term used to describe a segment of Twitter users who are black and participate in black culture online—though it should be said (and it should be obvious) that not all black people use Twitter in the same way.
 
 

Well, at least Daniel Snyder never owned Chink’s Steaks.

 

Chink’s, you’ll remember, is the northeast Philly steak shop that changed its name to Joe’s Steaks + Soda Shop a couple of months ago, after years of protests that the name was insensitive to Asian-Americans. Shop owner Joe Groh wanted to expand his business, and he did—and he made the right decision, it appears: The shop just made Zagat’s list of Top 10 Philly “guilty pleasures” in part because the name change meant customers didn’t have to feel too guilty. Changing the name to reflect 21st-century sensibilities, it seems, was a smart move by Groh.

Hi there! I'm in your English 101 class with you, and you look like a nice person. Would you like to go out on a date with me?
 
 
No? Okay, well, never mind, then, I’ll just—
 
 
What? You say I sexually harassed you? How? By asking you out? Since when does that qualify as sexual harassment?
 
 
Today, the fourth cinematic adaptation of F. Scott Fitzgerald's classic The Great Gatsby (starring Leonardo DiCaprio, Carey Mulligan, Tobey Maguire, and Joel Edgerton) opens in theaters across the country. (Well, the fifth if you include the 2000 TV movie starring Mira Sorvino and Paul Rudd. Which I don't.) Directed by Baz Luhrmann—the visionary behind Romeo + Juliet, Strictly Ballroom, and Moulin Rouge!—this Gatsby is grandiose, sparkling, well-acted ... but surprisingly ho-hum in places. [My grade: B-] While still often entertaining (unlike the 1974 snooze-fest starring Mia Farrow and Robert Redford), this Gatsby has quite a few changes from the book version. Some of them good; others, not so much.
 
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JK55GSbSWQ0
 
 
By now, there seems to be little doubt that Philly is a tech city.  We’re overflowing with geeks, GIS firms map out our future crime patterns, and we play Pong on the Cira Centre. We’re even a hotbed for the current holy grail of all things geeky: 3-D printing—thanks to the members of our ever-growing maker community like Hive76, NextFab Studios and the Department of Making and Doing.
 
 
So who in Philly will make a 3-D printed gun first? If they haven’t already, that is.
 
 
A couple of weeks ago, I was standing in the office of my colleague Jason Sheehan, food editor of Philadelphia magazine. I don't recall exactly what we were discussing, but at some point, I said something to the effect of, "What is with that shit?" Cursing is a regular occurrence in our offices, so this was not unusual. But then I realized that my colleague's nine-year-old daughter was seated behind a divider in his office. It was Take Our Sons and Daughters to Work Day.
This is what comes of not obsessively Googling my own name: I missed that Fox News decided to quote me a week or two ago. Take a look at this video:
 
Watch the latest video at video.foxnews.com
 
 
What’s weird: The quote comes from a column I wrote more than year ago for Scripps Howard News Service, back at the height of the Tim Tebow craze. I wasn’t a fan of Tebow’s “Look At My Awesome God!” antics, and said so.
 
 
“Most of us have learned to live with boundaries—to avoid thrusting our religion into arenas where it is unexpected or unwelcome,” I...
 
 
Hava Nagila (The Movie) employs everyone from rabbis and scholars to Harry Belafonte to describe the story—and cultural impact—behind the famous song. The film, opening today at Ritz at the Bourse, is a joyous, witty ode to a single from the soundtrack of our lives. One of the producers is Broomall’s Marta Kauffman, who helped create a string of successful sitcoms in the 1990s, notably Friends. Her involvement will surprise some, but Kauffman, 56, is right where she wants to be. I talked with her recently about how Hava Nagila (The Movie) fits into her current career path and why sitcoms do not.
The New York Times recently fanned the flames of the controversy over whether many cases of ADD, and even ADHD, are actually cases of sleep deprivation. Every time this idea hits big media, the same reactions happen: Other media picks it up, overgeneralizes and twists it; camps are formed, and people go to (verbal) war.
Philadelphia's foodies are in a tizzy over video that surfaced this week showing a gaggle of rats enjoying after-hours pizza at the Green Eggs Cafe Midtown in Center City. The video has sparked an outpouring of revulsion on local social media, but I honestly don't know what all the fuss is about.
It's been quite a month for our fine furry friends in the Philadelphia region. First there was the wild turkey who was running around West Philadelphia. (He has his own Twitter account, naturally). Then there were the rat sightings. Then there were more rat sightings. (Surprisingly, the rats don't have their own Twitter account, although @ThePhillyRat is currently available ... just saying). And now, it's stray cats that are the subject of much hand-wringing.
Prom season is upon us. A whiff of cologne carries on the warm spring breeze, and before you know it, photos of friends’ kids and younger siblings, draped in formalwear, are popping up on your newsfeed.
 
 
Prom is a generally nostalgic tradition, but like everything else in the lives of teenagers in 2013, it's now a more complicated affair than it was during the Sixteen Candles era.