Kendrick Lamar, like many of us, remains weary of the world, suspicious of its false progression—and of his own. He feels incapable of trust: in the system, in friends and family, in himself, he tells us. And amid this uncertainty, he’s anxious about intimate relationships, too, searching for certainty somewhere. His…
“DNA” is the most relentlessly rapped track on Kendrick Lamar’s DAMN., an album that plays like a deep, critical exhale from the intensity of To Pimp a Butterfly. The song now has a video, where we find Kendrick—a pretty good actor—locked in an interrogation room with another pretty good actor, Don Cheadle, who jokes,…
In the summer of 2014, a man named Joshua Corbett allegedly broke into the very well-secured Los Angeles home of Sandra Bullock while she was sleeping. His creeping around woke her up, and she proceeded to call 911 from inside her bedroom closet.
In a masterfully sly move, Kim Kardashian has posted to her Snapchat account footage revealing that, despite what Taylor Swift has claimed, the pop star signed off on Kanye West’s lyrics for “Famous,” the first single from Life Of Pablo. The videos capture the phone conversation in which Kanye obtains Swift’s approval.
When Rihanna sang “Didn’t they tell you I was a savage,” none of us knew that she was really talking about the Los Angeles Metro and their new series of hilariously horrifying safety videos.
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This is the Betty White dirt we’ve been waiting for.
I’m just sorry that this little citizen has peaked so young.
God damn, that’s a smile. Here’s another.
I mean—did you? To clarify what I’m asking here: Why did you think the store was named Staples? Because they are an office supply store and sell literal staples?
While a lot of fuss is made over Kate Middleton’s bouncy hair and seemingly endless stream of finely made outerwear, not everyone agrees that she’s a style icon. And among that “not everyone” is author Margaret Atwood.
A trio of first person accounts about depression are coming out this year in England, causing Guardian scribe Stephanie Merritt (an author of one of the three memoirs) to call 2008 the year of the female depression memoir. These three books, Elle editor Sally Brampton's Shoot the Damn Dog, Lorna Martin's Woman on the…