It’s a wonder they didn’t call it My Husband’s Completely Gay and He Won’t Shut Up About It.
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Plus: Robin Williams, finding Vivian Maier and thirty years after Purple Rain.
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"It took me 20 years to finally 'get' Kate Bush, so maybe one day I’ll truly, actually like Twin Peaks."
One writer's reasons for sticking with the social media website.
Because if you're a true fan, you'll work your way through the good and the bad.
Debuting Smith Galtney's new pop-culture column, Cultural Attachment.
Las Vegas has more than its share of subcultures devoted to displaying the nude form—but certainly none of them are so shamelessly and explicitly nonmercenary.
In pop songs, the romantic quest is a quest forself, it being a quest because the self isn’t simply there; it’s attained through an overthrow ...
When did I stop wanting to be David Bowie? Too recently for a Man of a Certain Age is the short but sufficiently mortifying answer.
Oprah will still be with us everywhere, the earth’s third most common element, right after oxygen and silicon.
Levi Johnston, the lady-killa from Wasilla, is taking baby steps towards showbiz.
The Hollywood Burglar Bunch illuminates celebrity’s diminishing grip on us all.