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...abundance of PDA—public display of affection, for the unfamiliar—is really quite remarkable. While strolling through a park on my first afternoon in Paris, I saw five couples making out in the span of five minutes. That has to set some sort of record. It seems that everyone in Paris gets some action. Young and old, rich and poor, gay and straight all flaunt their sexual satisfaction...
...spent more time in Paris, however, I've noticed a change in my attitude toward Parisian lovers. I no longer feel distressed, or even surprised, when I see a couple kissing in the park. I can't say that any one event caused me to re-evaluate my stance toward PDA, but after weeks of involuntary observation, it’s simply become a part of the Parisian landscape. Like the countless boulangeries and shoe stores, PDA is an omnipresent part of the scenery—a necessary staple of Parisian culture...
...days before. Even the smaller shows seemed well-attended, if a bit schizophrenic: the Tokyo concert segued from the gentle folk of Japanese pop star Cocco, who tearfully sang about manatees threatened by a military base on her home island of Okinawa, to the American rap-metal group Linkin Park, who urged the crowd to "get rowdy...
...spread of the events meant that for a day at least, climate change (or, the rock concerts it has prompted) dominated headlines across the world. But would the Earth have been better off if we all stayed home and did nothing, literally? "That's a fair thought," Linkin Park guitarist Brad Delson told TIME before his band's Tokyo show. "It's also a cynical one." He's right. It's time to get past the obsession over carbon footprint size and offsets, over who's an eco-hypocrite and who is truly green. We need to use energy...
...sprees; no bar-hopping, no galleries; nary an Indie rock show. I haven’t even set foot in the hallowed Met—though not for lack of trying: the guard wouldn’t let me through because I was carrying the remnants of a Central Park picnic. (He sifted through my bag: “Brie? Apple cider? What else do you have in here?” Me, sheepishly: “One half of a raspberry Milano cookie...