Dont See Yourself on Your Emoji Keyboard? She Can Help

Before Jennifer 8. Lee started working with emoji, communicating a complex thought using only the tiny icons felt a bit like trying to color the entire world with just an eight-pack of Crayolas. You could get the gist across, but nuance was absent. These days, if you've found an emoji that feels like a mirror image of yourself, you likely have Lee to thank. And if you've found yourself longing for an emoji that does not yet exist? Lee is the person to call. Lee, who runs the emoji advocacy group Emojination, has personally had a hand in creating more than 100 new emoji, many of those showing people or cultural touchstones that previously went underrepresented. Of the new additions …

The Inventor, Theranos, and Multiplatform Schadenfreude

Over the course of 119 minutes in The Inventor: Out for Blood in Silicon Valley, Alex Gibney's new documentary about Elizabeth Holmes and Theranos, very little is made of Holmes' speaking voice. Very little needs to be; she's on camera for much of the movie, her presence stitched together from news clips, conference appearances, and a surprising wealth of leaked internal footage. Yet the absence is curious. Her cake-in-the-throat alto, which many allege is an affectation, has emerged over the past few years as one of people's favorite characters in the duplicitous saga of Theranos. The Inventor lets it stand on its own. That may be because Gibney sets out to tell a different story—but it's more likely that he …

Leaving Neverland Forces Us to Confront Our Feral Fandom

He was ours. And because he was ours I told myself I wouldn't watch it. I told myself that there was a chamber somewhere deep within, somewhere perhaps beyond reason and logic, that Michael Jackson inhabited. That I wanted to protect that place, that altar. That I needed to protect it. For myself. Because isn't that what we do with people we love? We stand by them, champion them, promise to shield them. When I texted a friend in the moments after I'd watched Leaving Neverland, expressing that it was unquestionably the darkest, and perhaps most haunting, portrait of Jackson's personal life we might ever witness, she cut me off. "Not interested," she shot back. "Leave Michael alone. He's dead. …