When Will America Confront Its Culture-Writing Crisis?

We are approaching dangerous levels of sanctimony

Not today, Satan.

Okay, those weren’t the exact words that formed in my head last Thursday night, but that was the thrust of it. I was eating pizza on the Lower East Side after a weekly pickup basketball game, and I saw the headline in Slate: “Brooklyn Nine-Nine’s Return Tests the Limits of ‘Good Cops’”

Dammit, I thought. I am going to be so tempted to wr…