Kate Ryan

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

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

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

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?

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

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.

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

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.

His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.