So far this year, each day seems to hold new horrors that we never would have foreseen as possible even just the day prior. Even the joy of doomscrolling through social media on your phone has been ...

The year is 1990. George W. Bush's dad is the president, my parents haven't met yet, and the world hasn't been hit with the SUV bug just yet. It's a simple time. A time when sedans and coupes rule the ...