Kate Ryan

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.

As an Uber driver, I have the privilege of talking to and eavesdropping on a sampling of L.A.’s finest, ranging from the clinically insane to the simply self-absorbed. As a writer, there is no end to the amount of inspiration my passengers provide.

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?

We all love our dogs. However, some of us take it a little too far, convincing ourselves that our dogs are actually our children. You call your dog your “baby” one day, and the next thing you know, you’re pushing him or her down the street in an expensive stroller. How did we get here? Trust me, it’s a slippery slope. Here are 12 signs you might have a dog-child.

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

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

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

Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.

Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.

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