Alix Earle says she’s never read a book. The confession raises a bigger question about pretty privilege, influencer culture, and what it really takes to get ahead in America.
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From an infamous TikTok and reality TV villain status to Dancing With the Stars and The Traitors, Whitney Leavitt has completely transformed her career.
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Madonna returned to the VMAs after 23 years, and with Sabrina Carpenter and Charli xcx by her side, the Queen of Pop gave us a moment that felt wonderfully familiar.
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Once tabloid shorthand for the woman beside the athlete, WAGs have become one of culture’s most enviable roles, complete with diamonds, designer wardrobes, million-follower audiences, and businesses built from the best seats in the house.
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The Love Island USA Season 8 reunion gave us two hours of fashion, full glam, unfinished business, and enough villa drama to keep us talking long after summer ended.
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Sydney Sweeney’s NOVIG campaign got everyone talking. But when the outrage dies down, what happens to the bigger conversation about women, sports, and the way their bodies are marketed?
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The 2026 Emmys red carpet gave us crystals, leather, couture drama, dreamy pastels and one actual human Emmy. These are the looks we’re still thinking about.
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We used to upload 100 blurry photos without a second thought. Now every post feels like a performance. Maybe the new status symbol is simply having a private life.
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Olivia Rodrigo’s Daisy Chain Fields was more than a music festival. It was a celebration of women, community, activism, and what festivals could be.
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The Dancing with the Stars season 35 pairings are here, and I have thoughts. Early winners, chaotic favorites, underdogs, and a few pairings that feel almost unfair.
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The “clean-girl” aesthetic, the Internet has decided, is out. Or at least now covered in gemstones.
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A 10 in Seattle, a 7 in New York, and apparently we’re all just supposed to accept that hotness has a ZIP code now.
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