My friends, these are unprecedented times. — Churn. It’s the one word that perfectly encapsulates life in the U.S. Churn is the never-ending, wildly invasive stream of ads that swallow you from the minute you wake up till your head hits the pillow — ads that are the life blood of a country whose primary economic driver…

Lysistrata it ain’t. It’s actually much much better. — Something absolutely fascinating is happening right now, and I never saw it coming: women across the globe are opting out. By “opting out,” I mean they are choosing career over marriage and children, and it is having profound consequences on the world economy. Fewer children means dwindling populations. Dwindling populations…

To “see through a glass darkly” is to have a warped vision of reality. What’s yours? — I think I might know something about you. Let’s see if I’m right. By the mere fact of you reading a publication like Cappuccini, I can reasonably surmise: 1) friends are likely to describe you as “curious,” “intellectually driven,” or “empathetic,” 2) you are probably retired, or if not retired…

And my review of it addresses an even darker subject: us. — Yesterday, The New York Times published the results of a yearlong investigation into the systemic sexual abuse of female athletes in the U.S. Women’s Soccer League. …

We are all drowning in a sea of irrelevance. It is difficult, if not impossible, to describe Internet culture without betraying the woeful prejudices of my generation. For a long time, I skulked along the baseboards of my own curmudgeonly distrust of what I was seeing on Instagram, Snapchat, and…

Giorgia Meloni is a fascist who is openly anti-LGBTQ, anti-immigrant, pro-Russia and anti-EU. The election is this Sunday. Yes, the world should be alarmed. — If you put a badger into a box with a wolverine and taped it shut, you would have some approximation of Italian politics. If you put Sarah Palin into a town car with Steve Bannon and started a food fight using red wine and linguine, you would have some approximation…

One of the most remarkable painters of any age. — A woman’s body is not her own, not in art, not in life. In art, it has long been coopted by male artists, studied, “improved upon,” re-configured. Under the brushwork of male artists, breasts are rendered dome-like, impossibly pert, with none of their fleshful gravity. …

Some say it’s good. Some say it’s bad. I say it’s overdue and inevitable. — A curious phenomenon is happening in the arts. Living as I do in the hinterlands of Italy, I was only recently made aware of a cultural reckoning that is shaking the very foundations of my profession (writing and publishing), and every other profession that falls within the rubric of creative…

“Wholesome Christian values” apparently meant driving drunk, fondling women, and fleecing investors. — Here at Cappuccini, there are few things we enjoy more than shining a spotlight on people who are irredeemably awful. Not just awful at what they do, but also awful as human beings determined to enrich no one’s lives except their own. Low hanging fruit, you say? Sure. But no…