A lawyer representing Walnut Street Theatre and its extremely well-paid executive director, Bernard Havard, has sent a cease-and-desist letter to Jenna Pinchbeck over comments she’s been making on social media.
She lays out the allegations in a just-filed federal lawsuit against David Barreto and the college itself.
It took South Philly artist Ash Ryan just over a week — and 138 cans of spray paint — to pay tribute to the LGBTQ icon.
“We can’t emphasize enough that it is not a political statement of any kind,” says Lê, Hop Sing’s owner.
Optical illusions, holograms and immersive exhibits come to Market Street.
The Penn psychologist talks about the importance of failure, why not everyone deserves a trophy, and the most exhausting month of lockdown.
The cicadas are coming! The cicadas are coming!
Plus, at least one huge Philly concert is requiring you show that little card for access to the pit. Is this the future of social life in Philadelphia?
Hundreds of individual donations poured in from California, and a couple even came from as far as Qatar.
A bar named Callahan’s. A retired machinist named Lammy. And a story that could only happen in Delaware County.
Slaughterbots. Predictive policing. Malcolm Burnley tells us all about it.
Gina Vasoli says the male-dominated craft-beer giant became a terrible place to work after she revealed she was having a baby.
Tens of thousands of flying, stinging insects have been sighted in large clusters recently. Whatever you do, don’t call an exterminator.
With his New York Times bestseller Here for It out in paperback this month, we talk to him about his preferred Krimpet, Wawas in space, and what that “R” stands for.
For a personalized shout-out from T.O., be prepared to pay $400; the budget-conscious can consider Vince Papale at a mere $55.