Kate Ryan

Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.

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

Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.

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

“Don’t you smash that cake in my face, or I’ll never forgive you,” she said, and she never did, not really.

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

Light some candles and use those bath salts you've been saving for a special occasion. Masturbate for 55 minutes.

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

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.

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.