Kate Ryan

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.

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

She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.

“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.

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

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.

A bloated mother in her polka dot one-piece gnaws on a corndog while reading the romantic pulp she picked up on her way out of the supermarket . . .

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

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.