Kate Ryan

Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.

Recently, it was announced that the Ocean’s Eleven remake will be ladies-only too. Could it be that we’ve embarked on an era in which women take center stage?

12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?

"No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."

Is flagging potentially offensive material taking the PC movement too far?

Someone would always cook in their tighty whities, his package at eye level for the person doing French homework at the kitchen table.

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

Fresh orange juice, milk, thick slices of ham, a block of cheese, a carton of eggs—her husband kept it this way should this moment arrive.

One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.

It was a tradition of theirs. When siblings Sue and Johnny went home to their mother’s for Christmas, they watched the 11 o’clock local news.