Russell Simmons’s request that the woman who accused him of rape pay $10 million in sanctions has been denied by a judge and the lawsuit against Simmons will continue.
“Leprechauns are men,” someone, somewhere is surely saying right now. But women are equally capable of dressing in green suits and matching green Irish country hats to brandish blackthorn sticks at cheering crowds because leprechauns aren’t real and thus can be whatever we wish them to be.
Only two people survived attacks by the Trailside Killer, and one of them was Lisa Rinna’s mother, Lois Rinna.
Having had some truly awful bagels since moving away from NYC, the news that a bagel produced outside the five boroughs caused physical harm comes as no surprise.
A neighborhood in Jackson, Mississippi is being plagued with mysterious bowls of mashed potatoes left on their cars, porches, and mailboxes.
In the Harry Potter series, nary a quidditch match passes without a broken arm, broken nose, or cluster of dementors swarming the pitch hoping to suck someone’s soul out through their mouths. Turns out real-world quidditch is just as, if not more, brutal.
Turns out Dina Lohan wasn’t being catfished, but it looks like she still may never meet face-to-face with the internet guy she was dating for half a decade.
It would seem that my love of needlessly curly letters is the most American thing about me. And soon, youths may even be able to read my handwriting.
A recently-opened Manhattan restaurant called Lucky Lee’s is billing itself as “clean,” guilt-free Chinese food by relying on a marketing concept based on a mix of stereotypes and food guilt.
It is that storied time of year when celebrities journey into the desert to hold plastic cups of wine and feel like they understand what it must have been like to attend Woodstock, except with less mud and more photo ops. Double tap it or not, Coachella is happening.
Michelle Visage’s breasts are at least as delightful an element of RuPaul’s Drag Race as Ross Mathews, and next time we see them (Visage’s breasts, not Ross Mathews), they’ll be sans implants.
Showtime has finally released the first trailer for its upcoming Chelsea Manning documentary, XY Chelsea, which is set to premiere on May 1 at Tribeca Film Festival.
Adding Lena Waithe to a project immediately makes it better. That is facts. But how she finds the time to give us so many things at once remains baffling and, frankly, more than we deserve.
Even after 30 years, When Harry Met Sally holds up as 96 perfect minutes. And on Thursday night, my parents Meg Ryan and Billy Crystal got back together for a few hours to explain precisely why it’s so goddamn good.
A Virginia court filing that serves as a response to Johnny Depp’s $50 million defamation lawsuit against ex-wife Amber Heard contains absolutely horrifying details about Depp’s alleged domestic violence during their relationship.
Ashley Judd recently spoke candidly about her own abortion and the importance of protecting the right to safe and legal abortion at New York’s Women in the World Summit.
Perhaps this may come as a surprise, but neither local nor state police have jurisdiction over which accounts are allowed to remain on Instagram.
Reading the headline pretty much gives all the information to which I am privy, but the manual siphoning of blocked milk ducts is a thing that happened in the Cavallari/Cutler household.
At a Saturday benefit for youth homelessness, Halsey talked about her own experiences as a teenager who struggled to afford food and find a safe place to stay.
Everybody start gagging because Beyoncé is about to make your living room so much better.