Rebekah Kuschmider

Among the trends in the world of unbelievable beauty hacks are the surprising frequency of alternate uses for beauty products.

In reality, we should be consulting with our own individual doctors about our own individual health statuses because giant studies don’t tell us diddly-squat about our own bodies (and neither do BMIs, for the most part).

I've spent most of today trying not to confront the news that a terrorist instigated an explosion outside a London concert by Ariana Grande last night. I’m trying hard not to know that 22 people have died and dozens more were injured. I’m trying not to realize that most of the people who attend such concerts are girls, young girls, and the parents who love them.

Yes, you read that right. Donkey. Milk.

Massachusetts couple Lauri and Cari Ryding came home from vacation to find their porch a mess. Someone had egged their house. They were targeted because they’re gay — the vandals made their hate apparent by also stealing the Ryding’s rainbow flag.

Got a kink? Think you’re weird because of it? Turns out, nah. Kink is in!

The truth is out there, and only one presidential candidate wants you to know what it is. And that candidate is Hillary Clinton!

In what was arguably the most disturbing moment of the incredibly disturbing 2016 presidential race, America was treated to audio of Donald Trump b

The next few months are going to feel like drinking from a firehose of bad political news. Just today, my email is pinging away with alerts about all the executive orders that Trump seems to have signed expressly to make me, Rebekah Kuschmider, lose my mind. I keep feeling jolts of adrenaline, and I reach for my phone to email or call or Tweet or SOMETHING to release my endless rage.

Yesterday, in the year 2016, the first Black woman Attorney General of the United States of America handed a White, conservative Southern governor his ass on live TV. And it was splendid.