Reading the Times on a Sunday (with coffee for the news and a big screwdriver for the opinion stuff) is the single steady axis around which the rest of my life turns.
But when the Gray Lady runs a headline like, "Crashes Taking Outsize Toll on Women" (as it did yesterday), I try to picture the sallow-faced editor who wrote the head. I want to ask her if she were in a tavern, or even in the Special Collections Room of the New York Public Library, would she turn to her neighbor and report, "Hey, have you been watching the Olympics? Fuck sakes, boss man. Don't it seem to you that crashes have taken an outsize toll on women?"
If the Times would run the occasional headline—just when the situation deserves it—"Women Go Ass Over Apple Cart in Sochi"—it would entirely eliminate the need for the New York Post (and maybe the Chicago Tribune and the L.A. Times) altogether.