Kelly: Honestly, turkey is bad and we should eat ham.
Nine years ago this week, shortly after her running mate lost the 2008 presidential election, Sarah Palin gave a brief interview in front of a turkey being slaughtered. Happy anniversary!
Let us recall the concluding lines to “Twas the Night Before Christmas,” the seasonal classic: He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight— “I’m sorry, do you have an appointment?”
Murder on the Orient Express has performed sufficiently well enough that plans are already in the works for another Hercule Poirot movie starring Kenneth Branagh.
Delia Derbyshire was the co-creator of one of the twentieth century’s most iconic television themes: the Doctor Who introduction. And yet she isn’t officially credited on the song and has never received her full due.
The United Kingdom is great for at least one thing and that is providing us with an amusingly low-stakes seasonal kerfuffle. This time, it involves an expensive advent calendar sold under the brand of a wildly successful YouTuber.
Astronomers announced on Wednesday that they’ve discovered a new planet at relatively close 11 light-years away, which is so close to its sun that a year on it lasts ten days. In other words, a new Earth, where time actually works like it feels in the era of Trump tweets.
Bestsellers that are annoyingly ubiquitous one decade have a funny way of slipping out of the cultural consciousness over the next. It makes the history of publishing a rich site for pop cultural archeology. Case in point: Joanna Scutts’ new book, The Extra Woman: How Marjorie Hillis Led a Generation of Women to Live…
Researchers say they’ve found evidence of grape winemaking from 8,000 years ago in Georgia, which is a thousand years (give or take) older than anything previously discovered. Inventing fermented beverages was practically civilization’s first order of business. And indeed, who can blame our Neolithic ancestors?
Here’s a fun little uproar that’s about neither our deep fear of nuclear war nor sexual harassment: Amazon has ruined Christmas for the entire United Kingdom, by implying that it is parents rather than Santa who deliver the gifts.
Despite the prominent presence of Mel goddamn Gibson, Daddy’s Home 2 did great box office this weekend. Behold, the thoroughness of justice in the court of public opinion!
In a discovery that makes Vincent Van Gogh suddenly strangely relatable, a conservator has spotted a dead bug stuck in one of his paintings. Specifically, a grasshopper, permanently mired in art.
This year the theme for the 2018 Met Gala was unleashed upon the world: “Heavenly Bodies: Fashion and the Catholic Imagination.” Oh, boy.
Scientists have examined the heart of composer Frederic Chopin and determined that he died from complications of tuberculosis. Not shocking, as I assume all Romantic figures of the 19th century died of consumption. The twist is that his heart has apparently been “pickled in a jar of alcohol and then encased in a stone…
Prince William is concerned about the always-on pressure of social media on children. Will, babe, you are telling me!
The Crown—a lavishly produced tale of the world’s most frustrating family business—returns for its second season come December. What to expect? Judging from this trailer, lots of angst about changing times, several egos the the size of Siberia, and some absolutely killer midcentury fashion.
Nancy Friday, author of My Secret Garden: Women’s Sexual Fantasies—i.e., my all-time greatest adolescent Friends of the Library Book Sale find—has died at 84.
Every year, America anoints a “must-have” toy item, which parents must dutifully acquire or accept that they are basically a villain in their child’s own personal fairy tale. Last year, it was the “Hatchimal.” This year, it looks to be something called a “Fingerling.”