Eleanor Margolis is a freelance journalist.
Nothing feeds my craving for a sense of normality like a systematic walk through the aisles of a Morrisons.
No matter how Bad the opinions of its author: a banger is a banger.
By 2016, Woody was feeling so threatened “as a white male” that he gave up his “gay” cowboy hat for a MAGA cap.
Unlike some, the author’s prejudice seems not to seep into his books. But that doesn’t mean we should view his art entirely separately from his views.
For me, the Spice Girls represent the last time I actually liked/got pop music.
A change in temperature. A knock. A soup splotch in the microwave that may or may not look like a heart.
“Giving up entirely” is the new black. And I, for one, couldn’t be happier.
It would be nice if the show’s makers could embrace Bert and Ernie’s relationship, rather than feel compelled to deny it.
If the idea of contacting the dead with an early-2000s girl band doesn’t excite the hell out of you, I’m afraid you can’t be helped.
Everything I learned from history’s most human makeover show.
