Becca Rothfeld

1 week ago | washingtonpost.com | Becca Rothfeld

Chemical makers knew the harms. It didn’t matter. (washingtonpost.com) Chemical makers knew the harms. It didn’t matter. By Becca Rothfeld 2025050212300000 In the cult-classic film "The Stuff" (1985), workers manning a quarry happen upon a mysterious, gooey substance burbling out of the ground. When they find themselves oddly compelled to taste it, they discover that it is improbably delicious. Soon, the miraculous goop is ubiquitous.

2 weeks ago | washingtonpost.com | Becca Rothfeld

Why the very American fantasy behind multilevel marketing won’t die (washingtonpost.com) Why the very American fantasy behind multilevel marketing won’t die By Becca Rothfeld 2025042514000000 What are we buying when we purchase a product? Sometimes, the item itself, something as unglamorous and useful as laundry detergent or ink for the printer.

3 weeks ago | washingtonpost.com | Becca Rothfeld

Critics have always reminded us: Capitalism is a choice (washingtonpost.com) Critics have always reminded us: Capitalism is a choice By Becca Rothfeld 2025041912000000 In Sidney Lumet's 1976 masterpiece, "Network," a film about a disaffected newscaster who loses his mind on air, a business mogul played by Ned Beatty delivers an impassioned monologue that lasts for four horrifying, mesmerizing minutes.

1 month ago | infobae.com | Becca Rothfeld

En este caso, tiene sentido comenzar en el medio; es decir, varios kilómetros (millas) dentro de una carrera en Van Cortlandt Park, en el Bronx, con blues, hardcore o incluso música tradicional de flauta japonesa a todo volumen en los auriculares. Por supuesto, tanto la carrera como la música son finitas, enmarcadas por un inicio y un final. Aun así, en sus momentos más sublimes, parecen capaces de durar para siempre, como si no fueran más que un eterno intermedio.

1 month ago | washingtonpost.com | Becca Rothfeld

In this case, it makes sense to begin in the middle — that is, several miles into a run in Van Cortlandt Park in the Bronx, with the blues or hardcore or even traditional Japanese flute music blasting on the headphones. Of course, both the run and the music are finite, bookended by a start and a finish. Still, at their most sublime, they seem capable of lasting forever, as if they were nothing but middle.