Every Breath You Take, written during the break-up of Sting's marriage, is a portrait of a stalker, Stairway To Heaven a confused jumble of Celtic magic and Wordsworth, and My Way, while possessed of a certain elegiac quality, is the most egotistical piece of braggadocio ever pressed onto vinyl.
On Wednesday, the same day the Journal released its story on the death of the cupcake, the New York Times published a trend piece on the rise of cold-pressed juice, an industry growing in much the same way as Crumbs and co. did five years ago.