I don’t want to rub it in, Montanans, but it’s supposed to be 72 degrees in New York today. I plan to spend the afternoon in Central Park, although I may be distracted by the Met’s collection of priceless artworks and/or readily available pan-Asian cuisine. Yes, I will probably accidentally see someone masturbating, but that’s a small price to pay for cosmopolis. While I enjoy the world’s greatest city in decline, how about you read this geopolitical analysis of Afghanistan by a woman with three cats? It’s actually by me. That’s a trope!