There is no good way to hold a Reese's. Scientifically speaking, the thermal energy emitted from your sweaty hands is too much for the cup's wimpy, waxy, molecularly mediocre exterior. It melts immediately, coating your fingers and lips with chocolate that more than likely goes to waste. A streak somehow ends up below your earlobe. You return home at night to find a watery brown smear behind your elbow. And the brown paper wrapping is worse than useless in protecting the cup's structural integrity. |
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It's time to undo summer damage and get ready for winter. |
| From classic jump scares to psychological horror, these films are sure to keep you awake at night. |
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In Washington on Monday, a musclebound January 6 defendant named Vitali GossJankowski allegedly went berserk at hearing, scattering papers, computers, and a few federal marshals all over the courtroom before he was finally subdued. The echoes of the insurrection continue to resound, one way or another. Meanwhile, out in a more peaceable courtroom in Colorado, some serious constitutional grappling got underway. |
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Invest in a great, infallible pair... or two, or three. |
| It was a long road to Oscar glory. |
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StokerCon is named for the man who wrote Dracula. Bram Stoker, maker of the modern vampire, a writer assured his place on horror's Mount Rushmore. It's a fitting appellation for the annual conference of the Horror Writers Association. The HWA is a nonprofit organization of writers, publishers, agents, and industry-adjacent folks like me, all dedicated to promoting horror writing and the culture that surrounds it. StokerCon brings us from all over the world to meet up and talk comfortably about the stuff that relegates us to the "weird side character" role in other walks of life. |
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 This is a very rough time to be the incumbent president of the United States. You're running for re-election. You're beset by not one, not two, but three nuisance candidates, including one in your own party who is running, he says, because you're old and in the way, which is—perhaps coincidentally, perhaps not—going to be a prime Republican line of attack next fall, despite the fact that the GOP is preparing to nominate an old guy whose cheese has slipped off his cracker, hit the floor, and been eaten by the dog. |
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"I hope Matthew is at peace at long last," wrote Gwyneth Paltrow. "I really do." |
| You know the names, but here's what they're all about. |
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As the star point guard for the New York Knicks, you might think Jalen Brunson would be long on bombast, bluster, and—let's be honest—ego. But when I spoke with him ahead of the team's opening night against the Celtics last week, I was surprised by how low key he is. Sure, he knows he's good. Yeah, he's got some swag (plus a dedicated shoe room). But he's also the guy who's snagging some Dunkin' on the way to Madison Square Garden, rocking a sweatsuit during his tunnel walk, and listening to Justin Bieber before each and every game. "I'm definitely a comfy guy," he says. "Comfort over everything." |
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Stay cozy and stylish all day, every day. |
| They're comfortable, affordable, and look the part. What more could you ask for? |
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We were bound to arrive at this risqué but risk-averse state. The essential tension of America has always come from the tug-of-war between its puritanical nature and its pursuit of happiness. It's the only place that could produce both Hollywood and the MPAA ratings, child beauty pageants and purity rings, gay rights and "no homo." Even amid the Sexual Revolution—when women were seizing control of their sexual agency and members of the LGBT community were stepping out of the shadows—what defined sex in pop culture was the male gaze. It's why beer commercials had women in bikinis casting flirty looks at regular joes or sometimes—I swear—a bull terrier named Spuds Mac- Kenzie. We live in a confusing, chaotic country. |
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