On Monday night, two women 3,000 miles apart, one deeply familiar with the franchise, the other much less so, watched Episode 2 of Rachel’s season of The Bachelorette separately. This is their story.
This week The Sun reported that Taylor Swift is dating a British rando named Joe Alwyn. Apparently it’s “the real deal.” Sure!
Millions of people exist in New York City only to be ignored in plain sight, to live in our peripheral. Master of None’s sixth episode in its second season captures the spirit of these secondary characters through a masterful set of vignettes about the lives of a doorman, a deaf cashier and an immigrant cab driver.…
I am a hot woman. I don’t have a name because I never needed one because I’m so hot. (Like a lot of hot women, I don’t even have a social security number. Just a card that says “HOT” followed by a series of 10s.) Earlier today, I read (or had someone read to me, because remember, I am hot) the New York Post article…
On Tuesday, the Washington Post dug up a tasty little detail about Vice President Mike Pence’s devout relationship with his wife, Mother (his wife-mother): he will not dine alone with a woman who is not her, and he won’t attend events serving alcohol without her either. It seems like an ultra-safe way to conduct a…
Tinder began as a cute little mobile app that evolved to become a reliably irritating mobile hookup service. Soon though, much like its ancestors OKCupid, Match and even AOL (a/s/l), there will also be a desktop version to service your chronic loneliness.
In 1998, one day after her divorce form Kenneth Branagh became final, Emma Thompson received a call in her trailer on the set of Primary Colors. She answered and heard the terrifying words, “Hi, it’s Donald Trump here.”
As any woman unfortunately knows, with more technology comes more ways to be harassed. In India, the rapid cell phone boom has led to an unintended consequence: Men are routinely dialing random numbers as a way to meet women.
Hey, this is a nice little place. Have you ordered? You sounded pretty upset on the phone. Is everything alright? Ah. So what I’m hearing is that you think I’m cheating on you, is that accurate? What are your sources? My Twitter? I tweeted it? Let me see about that.
The first season I watched of The Bachelor was Brad Womack’s second season, which, given that that was the 15th iteration of the show, made me a relatively late adopter. On Monday night, the 21st season wrapped up, with Nick Viall revealing to the world whether he had picked a woman to marry (which we know is not…
Close your eyes. Picture the least sexy thing you can. It’s a sunburnt puckered asshole, isn’t it? Now zoom out. Further. Gaping pores. A turkey’s wattle. A nest of pissed-upon hay. There it is: Trump’s head.
Every time Jennifer Lopez gets asked about dating younger men, it feels just like the last time she got asked about dating younger men.
Here’s a story that includes an old house in the middle of nowhere, a stranger lurking in the shadows (and not in the friendly Boo Radley way) and a popular hook-up app. It just might be the scariest modern dating story you ever hear...but is it real?
Emily Witt’s Future Sex begins in what is, perhaps, the least romantic settings imaginable: a public health clinic. Witt finds herself there, being tested for chlamydia after sleeping with a friend, a casual encounter that had little to do with commitment or dating or love; a familiar experience in the era of what…
In its Date Lab series, the Washington Post matches two D.C.-area singles, sends them out on a blind date, and interviews them afterwards. Obviously, this doesn’t always work out.
Hinge has officially switched from a balls-to-the-wall free hookup app model to a subscription-based service for the real relationship-seekers among us. Which means you’re gonna have to pay to escape the dark trenches of loneliness.
I guess you could say I’m a “romantic.” I love that moment, on a second or third date, when you catch that person’s eye and hold it for a second and you know, you just know, that something amazing is about to happen between you but this moment of anticipation is so delicious that you want to savor it, and then you…
Season 3 of Bachelor in Paradise has been reliably excellent, as nothing will ever be bad about a group of hardbodied Instagram salesmen competing to be in relationships with each other in a crab-infested cabana with no air conditioning.
Professional swimmer and 11-time Olympic medalist Ryan Lochte is searching for love on Tinder, the Mordor of dating apps—and he is learning so many things, guys, so many things.
If you’ve spend most of your days muttering under your breath about Caterpie and your nights tossing and turning, dreaming about the Pikachu you saw at your cubicle but couldn’t quite catch, have I got an app for you!