The powers that be at Vogue are at it again, singing the praises of loathesome trends which, if they have their way, could very well take off. This time, it’s an earnest plea to resurrect a trend from the mid 2000s: the fancy top.

When you hear the words “nine” and “11” said in succession do you think “Whoopi Goldberg in a wig that sits back and high, much like a ski cap she lazily tossed on for an unseasonably warm winter day,” or “camp queen Gina Gershon,” or “Winning!” because you still associate Charlie Sheen with that prolonged meltdown he…

There’s no shortage of things to be mad about in late capitalism. Pretty high on the list, though, is the Eat, Pray, Love brand of pseudoscience promoted by Gwyneth Paltrow’s Goop. Somehow, Goop—which previously encouraged women to shove eggs up their vaginas—has out-Gooped itself: the brand is now promoting stickers…

Are you Bubble? Am I Bubble? Is a bubble Bubble? No! But I know who is Bubble, and would love to share the news.

Scene: The Devil sits on his West Elm Peggy sofa, channel-surfing in black harem pants and a hoodie with flames on it that reads “What the Hell?” Suddenly, he perks up. A Meghan Trainor music video is playing on the television. He’s intrigued. Transfixed. “Oh. My. Go-” he stops himself. He picks up the phone and dials…

Here is a helpful parenting suggestion from me, a woman who does not have children but might someday: if you want to have intimate relations with your partner, how about you just do it and keep that shit to yourself?

California Congresswoman Loretta Sanchez and state Attorney General Kamala Harris are both running for Senate, which is an exciting and noteworthy moment for women in politics. But let’s focus on what’s really important: one of them used Wednesday night’s debate to awkwardly and bizarrely punctuate a point by...…

This image you see here is a representation of the evils that Instagram hath wrought on normal, regular food that you eat every day.

A lot of signs are pointing to this being the end of times, but the fact that scientists are investigating how to harvest cockroach milk for your post-workout shake probably means that we should just let go.

Meghan Trainor, fierce advocate for body positivity, independence, and telling lecherous men your phone number is two letters without an area code, landed the cover story of this week’s Billboard. Though it begins by billing the star as “an approachable role model for girls,” the piece contains a passage most young…

This weekend, Mike Huckabee, former governor of Arkansas and self-appointed spokesman for emptiness, told Fox News that the recent killings of two black men by police were not grounded in race. “More white people have been shot by police officers this past year than minorities,” Huckabee said in the interview. He said…

This week in the bad kind of irony, a woman was arrested for menacing her husband with a gun, accused of firing it in their bedroom while they argued. She posed for her mugshot wearing that deeply unfortunate“Stop Domestic Violence” t-shirt.

If there is indeed a God, there is certainly a preponderance of evidence that God is sick of this failed and unruly human experiment and is therefore on a roll of smiting us. Donald Trump, for instance, and Ted Cruz and John Kasich and Marco Rubio and Ben Carson and them. Even still, after that, Meghan Trainor…

“Let me stop you there before you speak,” sings Meghan Trainor, in her boldly meta new single “No,” which is a sonic departure for the artist—reminiscent of the Y2K pop era, rather than the ‘60s—but otherwise aesthetically consistent with the rest of Trainor’s oeuvre in the way its vibe is sort of “haunted wing of…

Does Meghan Trainor have a new single coming out on Friday? Yes.

Before we begin, just know that I don’t want to take up too much of your time with this. It’s worth mentioning only because there’s a good chance you’ll hear rumblings about it at work or on Facebook or while posting on your favorite Katy Perry message board, and I don’t want you to be caught off guard.