Before you ask, yes, I would like for you to listen to Montell Jordan while reading this blog—it’s Friday morn, and I feel reborn... the AmfAR Gala is here and these models are adorned... so I reach for my 40, turn it up... designated driver take the keys to my truck... and my house so you can put this shit in my…

Two seasons ago, after George RR Martin’s guidebooks stopped and David Benioff and D.B. Weiss were forced to attain sentience, Game of Thrones started hitting the shitter. This is the conventional wisdom, though after I rewatched Season 7 in a binge a few months ago, I was less dissatisfied than when it first aired:…

It’s the end. Here’s a space for all your feelings and thoughts and rants, though I will ban anyone for invoking Lost, cause you already know what it is. (I won’t actually ban anyone for invoking Lost, but let’s pour some out for those of us who are still TV-triggered from vaunted white men fucking up complex shows…

Cannes is always the fanciest film festival for various reasons that include: 1. Snobby (hates Netflix); 2. Storied (been going on for a long time) 3. Nostalgic (old-world glamour is the wave); 4. South of France (it’s the South of France). They also debut and sell movies and shit. The opening night red carpet is such…

I suppose it should not be a surprise that two guys who added rape scenes to a pre-existing storyline would default at the last minute to truly obvious, reductive hysteria tropes about a woman who, thus far, they have painted as a hero (to the point of truly obvious, reductive white savior tropes). That said, I still…

Game of Boners is back tomorrow for its penultimate edition, but until then, let’s chat about the happenings on the second-to-last episode of the series. Open thread for all your feelings and meditations on how we all really need nutrition and a good night’s sleep to function at optimal levels, even fricken Dragon…

Every Met Gala theme leads to a glorious spectacle and a test of one’s patience: For every attendee who nails the concept, there are 12 who show up in some boringly pretty garbage that squanders the opportunity to get weird and, at best, veers unconvincingly off topic. Last year’s Catholicism theme was probably one of…

The most egregious workplace discrimination I’ve ever experienced involved a male usurper systemically trying to take my job despite being wildly under-qualified to do it and and, one by one, turning the other men around us, formerly allies, against me. The rage, despair, and isolation I felt was visceral; if I had a…

Episode 4 of the final GoT season felt like a 6 a.m. comedown after a rave (or a wine feast after a big battle), and then having to drive home in the chaos of festival traffic with a broken heart and brain. Game of Boners is back in the morning with a full review, but for now... Next episode is gonna be wild, no? Open…

You ever think about how, since this show started, Arya hasn’t gotten a day off? Sure, maybe that day at Hot Pie’s restaurant last season, but that was more of a lunch break; even her entire time back at Winterfell—her first jaunt home in nine years—has been spent scheming and unraveling schemes and slicing necks.…

Well, it happened. Bloodbath ensued and you-know-who and you-know-who and you-know-who-else fucking croaked and some major other fucking shit happened and I’m openly bawling in my living room, y’all. Before tomorrow morning’s Game of Boners review, here’s an open thread for all relevant feelings, disbelief,…

Last week, after Arya and Gendry reunited at Winterfell and started giving each other bedroom eyes, there was some resistance across social media to the concept that the little gal we’ve grown up with might actually want to lay it down and fuck the one dude she’s been sweet on for several seasons. Before we go on, I…

Perhaps we should decompress after the second episode of the last season, the calm before the storm, or the boring chapter you speed-read through before you get to the juicy shit—whatever you want to call it. Finally some truths got told, some folks got to smash, and a few necessary wight-killing weapons were…

It’s dawning on me that I have missed out on approximately six years of perfect television by not watching Vanderpump Rules, a show I have skipped only because I already watch too much other television and I must somehow make time to like, have a life.

What does it take to keep together a family, whether inherited or chosen, when a bunch of motherfuckers—dead, alive—want to eradicate you via sword and ice magic? The answer, according to the wonderfully loving family program Game of Thrones, is unity and helping one another.

Agama is the type of spiritual retreat that has, in the shadow of the wellness movement, become increasingly fashionable. Located in Koh Phangan, Thailand, it is a tropical, paradise-like community focused on nurturing mental and physical health, or as Agama’s website puts it, the “secret spiritual path of true…

There are many reasons I lament living in New York instead of London, but the main one is that the Brits make the best television shows and it takes like six months for them to show up stateside, if they do at all. (I know there is some way to juke the country codes, but I do not have time for all of that.) So the…