My heartiest congratulations to Isabelle Huppert and Julianne Moore, my two absolute best friends in the entire world, who had a very nice time at this birthday party that I happened to miss only because I was doing laundry and watching 90 Day Fiancé and also, because I didn’t know about it?
During the summer of Ferrante fever, I had dinner with a friend with whom my relationship was decidedly on the rocks. The dissolution of our friendship began earlier that summer—a process that I thought was just the beginning of a break, not the actual end. We talked over a meal, catching each other up on our lives,…
On this week’s Dirtcast, we celebrate the legacy of Luke Perry by doing an entire podcast about the show that cemented his place in the pop culture lexicon as a bad boy, a heart throb, and a stone cold fox: Beverly Hills 90210.
Marshalls, my second-favorite discount retailer chain, is following in the footsteps of T.J. Maxx, and launching an e-commerce site, perhaps in an attempt to survive the forthcoming, oft-predicted retail apocalypse. While anything that allows for the survival of my favorite retail experience is a plus in my book, I’d…
Melania Trump makes many fashion choices, most of which are questionable at best, but I’d like to focus today on her attempt at a sartorial choice that has failed many others ahead of her and will continue to make a fool of those who try.
Let’s meet Lil Pump, a man who I have never actually met, but learned a lot about very quickly, in order to fully process the now-debunked news that he was ousting Angela Merkel as Harvard 2019's commencement speaker.
As I watched Mahershala Ali accept the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor for his role in your parent’s favorite movie, Green Book, it occurred to me that Mahershala Ali is the only man alive for whom the rule about wearing glasses if you do not need them to see does not apply.
In honor of the host-less Academy Awards, we are forgoing the live blogs of years past in favor of an open thread, hosted, much like the Academy Awards, by the people. Please feel free to discuss amongst yourselves the gowns, the glamour, and the congenial back-patting of Hollywood’s rich and famous below and follow…
The bond between sisters is one of the most special—and most infuriating—bonds there is. I have three sisters and I love and hate them equally, and with passion, every moment of every day. On even their worst days, when I am filled with rage such that I want to throw one of them under a bus, I would gladly throw…
Awards season is nearly over, there is no host for the Academy Awards, and we would love to volunteer our skills, time, and energy to host said awards, thanks so much for asking!
Hell No: Avril Lavigne ft. Nicki Minaj, “Dumb Blonde” - In addition to simply being “Hollaback Girl” rewritten for a 2019 audience (women’s empowerment, where feminism is defined by how many times you can call yourself a babe, a boss and a capitalist shill), “Dumb Blonde” is a dumb rallying cry for...blondes? Send it…
New York Fashion Week is over now, almost everything was a snooze, but somehow—against my own personal expectations—Marc Jacobs showed up and showed the fuck out.
The Masked Singer is the perfect show because of how little work it requires from the viewer: Turn on the TV, drink some ice water, smoke a little weed, and let the madness wash over you. It is my favorite show on television, and because Maddie is currently on vacation, I’m driving the car. Our first and only stop? A…
The best sex, by far, is the sort that leaves you thinking about it the next day, too embarrassed to tell anyone else what happened, but interested enough to ask for more of the same the next time. Sex can be an intellectual pursuit but the best sex leaves intellect behind, instead toeing the line of vulgarity, of…
In 2014, Sarah Koenig and This American Life brought the trial of Adnan Syed and “Serial” to the homes of listeners everywhere, kickstarting the true crime boom from which the culture has yet to extricate itself.
On Wednesday, ABC Entertainment president Karey Burke issued the final decree on whether or not the Academy Awards will have a host, saying that the presenters will just do it themselves. While this is certainly the easiest solution, I’ve come up with another, more entertaining option, that I’d love to present to the…
How nice it is to have a platform to discuss anything that crosses our minds: this week, it’s Rent! Rent rent rent RENT RENT!!
It has come to my attention that Fendi, iconic Italian fashion house, has resurrected the handbag that was so popular it got its own goddamn storyline on Sex and the City: The baguette bag, a teensy little antidote to the minimalism of the ‘90s that tracks perfectly with the clothes of now, which are also the clothes…
At various points in my cat’s life, I have been confronted with the unpleasant task of feeding her a pill. Cats are inscrutable demons whose motives are never quite clear; if I had to feed a dog a pill, I’d wrap it in a small nibble of cheese and toss it into its gullet. Though my cat Daisy is quite stupid, she is not…
Jack Dorsey is a bearded man who is in charge of Twitter and also bad. Mark Zuckerberg is a smooth-faced man who is in charge of Facebook and also bad. Jezebel recently learned that once upon a time, Mark Zuckerberg killed a pet goat with a laser gun and a knife, then fed the goat to Jack Dorsey. Because of this…
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