John Dutton, America's cowboy patriarch, could be leaving us. Over the course of five seasons, the western drama Yellowstone has reigned supreme as the most-watched show on cable television. Kevin Costner, the series lead, just won the Golden Globe for Best Actor in a Drama TV Series. He plays John Dutton, the head of Montana's wealthiest ranch, and the only thing stopping greedy hands from sapping off his family's generational land. He's killed for this slice of Paradise Valley—even raised his children to be his ruthless soldiers—but now a new report claims that the star is giving that all up.
John Dutton, America's cowboy patriarch, could be leaving us. Over the course of five seasons, the western drama Yellowstone has reigned supreme as the most-watched show on cable television. Kevin Costner, the series lead, just won the Golden Globe for Best Actor in a Drama TV Series. He plays John Dutton, the head of Montana's wealthiest ranch, and the only thing stopping greedy hands from sapping off his family's generational land. He's killed for this slice of Paradise Valley—even raised his children to be his ruthless soldiers—but now a new report claims that the star is giving that all up. |
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| The former NBA star opens up about his rekindled enthusiasm for fashion—and his new Versace campaign. |
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Valentine's Day is less than two weeks away, which means if you aren't already on the hunt for the perfect gift for your partner, you certainly need to be. Trust me, I know that the pressure is on—after all, this is a gift on the day that's the epitome of romance and love. What you get for your partner needs to convey that! It needs to be thoughtful, sweet, romantic, and catered to their tastes—however specific or niche they may be. It's a lot to wrestle with. And it's a big day. But don't even sweat it, really; if you're here, right now, reading this, then you're already basically good to go. |
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The best sleep of your life, now at a killer discount. |
| Ron DeSantis' abuses of power have left a mess for the legislature to clean up. |
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It wasn't long after Ryan moved in that it happened again. This was the sixth home he and I had shared–there were three dorms in college, then two houses off-campus and in the four years that we lived together, we were burglarized four times. Years later, in our shared apartment far away from college, it seemed that either our bad luck had returned, or worse–whoever'd been breaking into our homes had finally come back to finish the job. I woke to the sound of thrashing outside my bedroom. The doors were locked, of course–they always were. I'd sometimes drag my heavy metal weight bench along the floorboards in front of them. But tonight I hadn't done that. With enough of a push, the flimsy lock that held the doors together would unlatch right away. And from the sound of it, I was seconds away from three or four burglars blowing those doors down. |
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