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Who can forget 2007: the year in which our writers wouldn’t write, our cabbies wouldn’t drive, and our stagehands wouldn’t stagehand. America embraced the finale: The Sopranos went out with a bang (not literally, alas), while Spider-Man and Pirates of the Caribbean capped their trilogies (but not their franchises) with a whimper. We lost the life of Kurt Vonnegut and the sanity of Britney Spears. And all to the looping soundtrack of Rihanna’s infectious summer anthem “Umbrella” (ella, ella, ella ...*), which we’ve been unsuccessfully trying to get out of our heads since June.
*..."eh, eh, under my"...



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The Transformation of TV Into an Art Form
The Draw of Dream Worlds in Film
Gosselin, Prince of the Professional Nobodies
A Decade of Defining Moments in Pop-Culture
The Invention of New York's Local Cuisine 
Thirty-Five Short-Lived Looks of the Decade
Two Views of a Swath of the Upper West Side
An Older Generation Moves Into Williamsburg
Ten Years That Changed Everything
A Generation of Overparenting
The Sports Rivalry of the Decade
What Is the Point of the United States Senate? 