Adele performing at the Super Bowl 2017 halftime show would be an incredible boon for viewers, especially after rival fans toss aside their Bud Lights to tearfully embrace one another. But alas, it ain’t happening. As she told the audience at her L.A. concert on Saturday:

An 18-year-old Iowa tennis star accused of sexually assaulting a mentally ill woman was given a plea deal this week, downgrading his original felony charge to a potential slap on the wrist.

Simone Biles didn’t invent gymnastics, but she may as well have, so thoroughly has she pulverized the competition. She just earned her third gold medal, this time in the vault, and I think we’re all scraping the bottom of the barrel for ways to describe her total dominance.

Here is an image of me watching this guy very calmly break the window of a coupe sinking into flood waters in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, removing its occupant and then, miraculously, finding her little white dog.

Is Leslie Jones still interested in the 2016 Rio Olympics, or is she kind of like “whatever, this shit is boring, I’m going to go make some scones, do you want one?”? Let’s take a look.

Justin Bieber has threatened to make his Instagram private if commenters don’t stop attacking his new lady, Sofia Richie. While I can’t personally imagine anything more awful, I also know in my heart that he would never actually follow through with it. Biebs needs the perpetual ego boast of social media like a…

Relative to other nations, Americans have always been squeamish in our handling of death. When it’s expected, the act itself is kept clinical, with a predictable trajectory: We are to stay alive for as long as the laws of medicine will allow, and when the end does come, it’s an affair to be dealt with expediently.…

It’s hard to keep track of all the instances of idiocy on display by reporters and commentators covering the Rio Olympics, numerous as they are. The San Jose Mercury News has waded into the already crowded field with this headline, attached to a story about Simone Manuel’s historic gold medal Thursday night:

Katie Ledecky has killed the Olympics, and now it’s dead. On Friday night, the Terror in the Water—as I have taken to calling her just now—blew apart her own 800-meter record by a full two seconds.

A video of a very angry Johnny Depp slamming countertops and smashing wine glasses has surfaced online, though Amber Heard says she’s not the one who leaked it.

Being a woman is expensive. It’s a well-reported fact that everyday products—from razors and deodorants to jeans—cost more when marketed toward women than men. The crummy additional news is that women start getting ripped off right from their first sippy cup, an injustice that will persist until the day our pink,…

An entire family was found shot to death in their Pennsylvania home on Saturday in what authorities have determined was a murder-suicide.

Fans unable to shake the last haunting, dewy moments from the end of the second season of Transparent: Dry your eyes, for Amazon announced on Sunday that the show will be back for its third season on September 23.

I can’t say I’m a regular visitor to Disney Animation’s Instagram, but I’m not going to say I didn’t click on every single one of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s personal karaoke moments.

On Saturday night, Hungary’s Katinka Hosszu shattered the world record in the 400-meter individual medley. It’s called the “individual” medley because it’s completed start to finish by exactly one person—all eight laps of it. Interestingly, Hosszu was not the primary person given credit for Hosszu’s success.

I have forgotten what Orlando Bloom looks like wearing clothes, and I think Katy Perry has, too. You know what, though, this is the new normal, and we’re just going to have to bravely accept it.

One year ago, Yusra Mardini saved a boat filled with Syrian refugees—herself among them—in the Mediterranean Sea by diving into the water and helping to push the stalled, overcrowded watercraft to shore. Now, the 18-year-old swimmer is competing in Rio on the Olympic Refugee Team.

There are few things more amusing than when art goes awry, a conclusion I have reached based on precisely two cases: 1) Ecce Mono and 2) Monster Lucy.