#sfw

Engagement rings have become my cause de guerre. I’m thirty and well over half of my closest friends are either engaged or married, so these puppies seem to smack me in the face on Instagram every week now. Sure, I’m a hopeless romantic at heart. Notting Hill, No Strings Attached, You’ve Got Mail,

Summer House baby. Episode 3. Let’s do it. Major questions to consider: 1) Do Carl and Lindsay have a chance? Or are they giving in to whims that will topple their friendship?  2) Will Hannah succumb to the siren song of Luke? Or will she stay true to Armand? 3) Can Amanda and Kyle find a way to

SLATHER ON THAT SUNSCREEN AND POUR ANOTHER SPARKLING TEA, KIDS; IT’S TIME FOR SUMMER HOUSE! The last episode ended with Carl saying “I love you” to Lindsay, but we (me, Lindsay, probably others) weren’t sure what that meant. Fortunately, the producers picked up episode 2 right where we left

On Saturday, basketball fans were treated to a pretty good dunk contest. It seems to happen every 3-4 years (note: whenever Aaron Gordon agrees to do it), and this year turned out to be one of those good years. Much like the 2017 contest—which, nostalgia for Dominique and MJ and Vince aside, might

Orlando Bloom is aging well. No surprise there. What a face, good Lord. He’s going to look 28 until he’s fifty, at which point he’ll immediately morph into that smoldering, slightly grizzled phase that Brad Pitt has embodied so well. It won’t be gradual, either; it will be instantaneous. One night,