Jody Amable

Forget a cute story of wizard wonderment — the real moral of Harry Potter is that life is an endless parade of pain and turmoil where you have to watch everyone you’ve ever loved die.

The neighbors turned their lights off. My dog fell sound asleep. I kept reading. And at 1:03 am, I finished. All was well.

I was waiting to finally not like a Harry Potter book, and folks, I found it. Half-Blood Prince was boring.

Jon Stewart, step aside. Your heir apparent has arrived.

I couldn’t help but assume the reason these people were telling me not to say even a word to this troll was because women aren’t supposed to fight back. We’re supposed to rise above — to “not stoop to their level,” as my mom used to say.

FINALLY someone acknowledges professional boundaries at Hogwarts.

A new feature with music picks tailor-made to ensure your weekend jam sessions are absolutely ravishing.

According to the magazine, women need special help understanding sports. Cue the glorious, hilarious Twitter outrage.

If I let everyone off the hook for extenuating circumstances like, “He’s over 50, so he probably just doesn’t know any better,” no one’s ever going to stop calling me “sweetie.”

I'm 30 years old and stuck in San Jose, the hometown I always wanted to leave. What happened?