LENORE GALORE

A great non-message for Mother’s Day: Trust yourself. Play in the sun. And enjoy your bouquet of dandelions.

Is Lenore Skenazy America's Worst Mom?

This episode, Lenore explains some of the reasons why she let her nine year old ride the subways of New York... alone.

Thinking of running for public office — or about to be promoted to one, due to an unprecedented wave of resignations above you?

Let's call the Super Bowl what it is: the newest, still evolving, most popular, most passionately observed, most sociologically fascinating holiday in America. Plus, there's a slew of commercials to watch — and a football game, even.

"Go Giants … I guess." That's the rousing cheer New Jersey native Frank Spina is practicing for Super Bowl Sunday. He's looking forward to the game as eagerly as a prisoner who gets to choose between lethal injection and a firing squad. Such is the fate of the Jets fan. The problem, for Jets fans, is complex. (Besides the problem that they are now associated with the guys yelling at women to take off their shirts. And the problem of a 4-12 season. And the problem of having a nickname that sounds like a festering disease that often leads to amputation — Gang Green.)

Now there's proof that snobby, shallow morons have more fun. But of course you knew that already. The proof comes from Standford's Graduate School of Business, where Professor Baba Shiv decided to study the effects of price on pleasure: If something costs more, does it actually make one happier? (And if it does, why is my idea of heaven a giant 99-cent store?)

So is Hillary Clinton really saying that, when you get right down to it, Martin Luther King Jr. is just a footnote in the history of civil rights? Oh come on. And yet, that's what the issue of the week has become, thanks to that great American political pastime: Taking one remark — maybe even a particularly stupid one — and trying to turn it into the candidate's defining, defeating moment. Problem is … sometimes it works.

Ah, the romance of the Christmas Eve dance. Jewish singles mingle, tingle. Eyes meet. Sparks fly. And in the midst of this whirling swirl of hope, let us pause for a gentle plug for egg-freezing, brought to you by your friendly fertility clinic.

Finding it hard to remember the year that just passed? Let us aid your recall, in song.