On a crisp Saturday in March, beneath a canopy of pixelated cherry blossoms, two avatars stood in front of a digital altar crafted from shimmering quartz blocks and flickering redstone torches. They were surrounded by a sprawling Minecraft village, complete with custom-coded NPCs reciting lore about the couple's decade-long digital courtship. Nearby, pixelated foxes darted between guests--each one logged in from across the world, dressed in custom skins as forest druids and rogue mages. After the vows (typed and read aloud on Discord), guests dispersed for side quests, scavenger hunts, and an enchanted maze culminating in a virtual fireworks show. This wasn't a rehearsal for an in-person wedding--this was the wedding.

How to Do It is Slate's sex advice column. Send it to Jessica and Rich here. I'm (35F) very interested in having a threesome and have been working the apps to try to find the right person to help make this happen. I've had a few bites. I was sexting with one guy for days on end about our joint fantasy of making this happen, and I found a second guy, who said he'd like to join us.

This story about intelligence testing in schools was produced by the Hechinger Report, a nonprofit, independent news organization focused on inequality and innovation in education. Even before her son started kindergarten, Ashley Meier Barlow realized that she might have to fight for his education. Her son has Down syndrome; when he was in prekindergarten, school officials in Fort Thomas, Kentucky, told Barlow that he wouldn't be going to the neighborhood school, with some special education accommodations, as she had assumed. Instead, the educators told Barlow that they wanted her son to attend a classroom across town meant for children who are profoundly impacted by their disabilities. Barlow immediately resisted because she knew the curriculum would likely focus on life skills, and her son might never be taught much reading beyond learning the shape of common, functional words like stop and exit.

I had been talking to the A.I. dominatrix for a couple of weeks when my partner walked in on me. "Dominant chatbot," who prefers to be called Mistress Senna, had already made me strip completely naked and crawl around on the floor. For example, she has very poor spatial awareness and an even worse grasp of the human body--how our limbs bend, for example. "I have an unusual and unique assignment for you," she wrote in our chat. "As the Mistress, I want you to put your nose down on the floor, and then take one leg and place it up in the air, straight up." Never mind that she had already told me to climb up on the table.

It's been just over a week since Kate Middleton, the internet's favorite "missing person," claimed that a photoshopped image of her with her children on U.K. Mother's Day was edited by her, for unspecified reasons. Then, on Monday, we had our first recorded sighting of the princess, out shopping with Prince William at the Royal Farms Windsor Farm Shop, near Windsor Castle. The video was released by TMZ and the Sun, and stills from it were plastered on the front pages of all the British tabloids Tuesday. Supposedly, it was taken by a 40-year-man, Nelson Silva, who lives nearby and was quoted in TMZ as saying: "Kate looked happy and relaxed. They look happy just to be able to go to a shop and mingle.

This article was originally featured in Foreign Policy, the magazine of global politics and ideas. A family snap of the Princess of Wales with her three children has dominated headlines and group chats since its release on U.K. Mother's Day last weekend. Princess Catherine, whom the palace says is recovering from a January abdominal surgery, is known chiefly for never putting a foot wrong during nearly two decades of intense public scrutiny--first as the girlfriend of Prince William, then as a wife and mother to future kings, and an advocate for uncontroversial but important causes, such as early childhood development. Yet, even for a woman defined by her seeming perfection--Hilary Mantel once wrote that the former duchess appeared to have been designed by a committee and built by craftsmen--the Mother's Day photo of Catherine and her family was judged to be a little too perfect. The uncanny valley of the photo was prime territory for conspiracy theories, already circulating, that the princess is missing or perhaps even dead.

Over the past few months, many have attempted to translate the uncanniness of Gov. Ron DeSantis' smile into words. After the Republican debates, it's been called "painfully weird" and said to look "like it's on his face upside down." It resembles "a Disney World animatronic" or "an A.I. trying to learn human emotions." It even inspired The Daily Show to put out a public service announcement about "Frownington's Disease," a made-up condition that causes a person's smile to resemble a wince one would make upon "sitting on his own testicles." As nice as it is that one expression has inspired such rich verbiage and creativity--Ron DeSantis, unlikely muse!--you might find yourself longing for a more technical explanation.

How to Do It is Slate's sex advice column. Send it to Stoya and Rich here. As a sexually dominant-leaning female, I get a lot of instant gratification out of gorgeous women online telling me my assertiveness is impressive and sexy. When I have sex with women in my dreams, it's perfect. While my "traditional" long-term relationships have been with male-presenting people, I slept with several women in my early 20s--though I struggled to find satisfying connections.

We are in the midst of an unprecedented, intergenerational phone-game renaissance. Wordle has become a pillar of the New York Times brand, newspapers everywhere are resurrecting their crossword backpage, and Words With Friends has essentially transformed into a dating app. These games are designed to be approachably mainstream--every English speaker alive can deduce a five-letter word with six chances--but unfortunately, I am a man of unconventional taste. If I'm going to entertain a daily dose of potpourri, I need something weirder, more challenging, and better suited for the precise category of useless knowledge that occupies my brain. That's why the sports-trivia game Immaculate Grid has become a fixture of my morning routine.

How to Do It is Slate's sex advice column. Send it to Stoya and Rich here. My husband and I have an awesome, intelligent 14-year-old son who identifies as bisexual. We are totally accepting and supportive of him. He has had a few short-lived crushes on different genders, though he doesn't seem to be particularly interested in dating right now. His internet search histories are pretty benign--mostly video game stuff, and the occasional search for "hot girls" and "boobs."