Would you believe these collectors buy serial killer's autographed photos, artwork and handwritten letters sent to people outside prison walls? Even an envelope bearing a handwritten return address commands a pretty penny.
Parental shame is a two-way street, and my kid is already pedaling down it -- in the pink tricycle he insisted we buy him. Will I embarrass my son? Sure. That's a given. But that dude is going to shame me, too.
There's been a lot of excitement about Olivier Assayas' Carlos, and it's not hard to see why. But here's my objection: In presenting a terrorist as an action hero, it glorifies terrorism as a legitimate path of political action.
Where once the King of Halloween confection was Candy Corn -- selling 8.3 billion kernels a year -- planners of today's Halloween parties lobby their new faves: the latest in gross and disgusting party food.