Kate Ryan

Everyone wants to have the funny tweets because people equate them with wealth, power, and beauty. The problem is, we’re not all funny.

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

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.

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

You could take this easy, informative quiz to find out with whom you side on important legislative issues and social policies. Or you could go my route and pick your candidate based on what dinosaur they resemble.

He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.