Jenni Berrett

I’m just going to come right out and say it: RuPaul’s Drag Race is the best show on television.

Podcasts are a beautiful thing, but there is only so much of Ira Glass’ nasal story-telling out there.

More than any other unsolicited mental health advice I’ve received over the course of my life is the admonishment to “fake it till you make it.”

[CN: vomit] Having been an unfeeling, sluggish husk of a person with the nap-taking skills of an elderly sloth for the past five months or so, I have reemerged too tender for this world.

Marina, if you're reading this, please be our BFF.

We have returned from our long (jk, two week) hiatus to deliver you the Internet you live and breathe for!

It was the night before my father’s funeral that I finally asked the tarot for help. I was incapable of imagining a future where I delivered his eulogy.

Is laughter the best medicine?

Here we are, your fearless Internet explorers (pun totally intended), back with another melange of web flotsam for you to scavenge.

My dad died. I only know my own grief, and even that is debatable. If you’re hoping to comfort someone who’s grieving, here are a couple of things to know.