Molly Crabapple: Dissident Fetish

That night, no one had one word for any American political prisoner, hacker and whistle-blower and activist, cracking from solitary in their 6-foot-by-11-foot cells. by Molly Crabapple  VanityFair.com  June 11, 2014 Nothing tastes better than freedom—except possibly burrata. One May night, I sat beneath the blue whale at the American Museum of Natural History, nibbling through More