The British tabloids are mad. They are mad because Meghan and Harry have drawn a set of firm boundaries around the birth of their child: They won’t be telling the public every last detail about the birth, and they certainly won’t be posing on any hospital steps like Kate did in 2013, 2015, and 2018 as she and…
E.L. James’s latest—The Mister—is selling very well, though of course not as well as her Fifty Shades books.
The New York Times Magazine has published a lengthy expose into the corporate culture of Sterling Jewelers Inc, a corporation which dominates the mall jewelry business with brands like Jared and Kay. It is not pretty.
It’s the plot of innumerable Regency romances: Somebody with big ambitions and insufficient fortunes decides their best move is hustling an heiress to the altar, only to catch feelings. It is also, essentially, the plot of Gentleman Jack, HBO’s entertaining new series following the adventures of Anne Lister.
If, for some inexplicable reason, you are a Margaret Thatcher superfan and reading this website, I’m about to make your day: Christie’s is auctioning off a bunch of her personal effects, largely related to her time at 10 Downing Street.
After years of concern about the safety of vaginal mesh and several warnings that stopped short of an outright ban, the FDA has put a stop to its sale, which is often used to shore up weakened pelvic muscles that can lead to prolapse.
Kit Harington says critics of Game of Thrones can, and I quote, “go fuck themselves.”
After a decade of feverish predictions and Reddit-generated theories explaining how the series will play out, Game of Thrones is rapidly approaching its grand finale.
Harry and Meghan are almost certainly going to skip the international royal baby photo call three-ring circus. They aren’t even going to announce the kid’s arrival until they’ve “had an opportunity to celebrate privately as a new family.” Yet another recent decision where really the only response is: Who can blame…
During last year’s state visit by Emmanuel Macron, the very intellectually curious—perhaps the most intellectually curious man of all time? some say so!—Donald Trump took the French president on a guided tour of Mount Vernon, the home of George Washington. Apparently, Trump wasn’t too impressed!
Unbelievable: Chip and Joanna Gaines are taking the DIY Network from me.
Accordingly to a new report, Meghan would really prefer to give birth at home, in Frogmore Cottage, if possible. Who wouldn’t want to avoid a hospital when their every move was tracked by tabloids? Childbirth is hard enough when you’re Jane Q. Rando and nobody cares about the most intimate details of your life.
Meghan has made her last public appearance; her baby is due at some point in the next few weeks. You know what that means: time to take some absolutely wild guesses about what they’re gonna name this kid.
Anybody who knows anything about Jack the Ripper knows this: He killed “streetwalkers” working the roughest area of Victorian London. With her new book, The Five: The Untold Lives of the Women Killed by Jack the Ripper, Hallie Rubenhold complicates that narrative—and wrenches the story away from a serial killer who’s…
Using their wildly popular new Instagram account, Harry and Meghan have personally thanked the fans who organized the #globalsussexbabyshower and donated to charities associated with Meghan in her honor.
Apparently, one of the hottest songs of 1840 was a ballad, a jaunty little bop that waxes poetic about a life of crime and basically translates to: “Keep Robbing, Boys!”
Ever wonder to yourself, as you warble your cat’s name across your kitchen, whether Lil Miss Whiskerface indeed recognizes her name? Well, science suggests that she does—she’s just ignoring you, because she’s a cat.
Harry and Meghan’s new Instagram account, SussexRoyal, has broken the record for fastest to hit one million followers—just in time for the very significant upcoming photo op of their baby’s arrival. The man who previously had the handle is a little miffed, but it’s fine!
So much of the stereotypical view of mid to late 19th century Brooklyn and America more generally could be summed up by the cover of David McCullough’s The Great Bridge: serious, and very safe as a gift for straight, middle-aged white dads. Hugh Ryan’s When Brooklyn Was Queer is a stone thrown into the middle of that…
Thrilled to report that Jezebel has found the ideal new headquarters: An absolutely ridiculous Upper East Side townhouse with a dining room inspired by Versailles that will look magnificent festooned in discarded gummy candy wrappers. All we need now is $88 million, but that is the merest trifling detail.