Behold, the most iconic duo of the century, Taylor Swift and Sophie Turner, hanging out in New York, probably brainstorming Swift’s next lyrics about Joe Jonas. (Lainey Gossip)
Sophie Turner has now sued Joe Jonas for – wait for it – kidnapping her kids. (Page Six)
Rupert Murdoch is stepping down as chairman of Fox and News Corps. He’s only 92. (CNBC)
I wish I never knew who Sneako was, but it’s too late. This week a clip went viral where his tween fans met him and started yelling homophobic and misogynistic slurs, and I’ve never been more afraid for our future. (The Advocate)
Elon Musk is threatening to charge for X, and I hope to God he does so I can actually leave. Please rid me of this misery. (TechCrunch)
Art collector Tina Trahan bought the Brady Bunch house and says “No one is going in there to make pork chops and applesauce in that kitchen. Anything you might do to make the house livable would take away from what I consider artwork.” Please,Lord, give me the kind of money where I can buy a three million dollar home because I’m feeling nostalgic. (NPR)
Turns out Hasan Minhaj is not just a liar but kind of an asshole. I feel betrayed. (The New Yorker)
Cristiano Ronaldo arrived with his Saudi team, Al Nassr, to play Iran’s Persepolis Tuesday night. I love that for us, except it hasn’t helped divert Iranians’ attention from what’s going on during this distraction. (Sporting News)
The Mortal Kombat relaunch is here. Come for the violence, stay for hot vampire Megan Fox. (Rolling Stone)
The English major nerd in me really wants to “travel back in time” and stay in one of these renovated 1920s train carriages in Chattanooga, Tennessee. The normal part of me wonders why they didn’t use the $19 million to build a nice new hotel with normal rooms. (My Modern Met)
To hear more of my rants, read this piece where I yell at a woman who’s being a really shitty friend to her mom friends an honestly seems kind of proud of it. Not on my watch! (The Antagonist)
“The Super Models” is a new four-part Apple series about supermodel royalty Linda Evangelista, Naomi Campbell, Christy Turlington, and Cindy Crawford. They seem like nice gals who put on their thousand dollar Versace pants one leg at a time like the rest of us. (Jezebel)
Tune out with the latest twisty spy show of the week, Bodyguard. My sources tell me the spy is “sexy”, there’s romance and it’s only six episodes. (The Antagonist)
This one is for all the parents whose kids have outsmarted them and bought gear in Fortnight. Go get your refund. (AP News)
Here’s a shoutout to some Latino leaders during Hispanic Heritage month. But for some of us every month is Robin Arzón appreciation month. (Time)
And let’s take a minute to thank the Latino community for the food they’ve brought into our lives. (Hola)
Bob Ross’s very first on-air painting “A Walk in the Woods” is going for ten million dollars. It originally sold for under $100. Start collecting random art, guys. You never know. (Smithsonian Magazine)
I’m going to keep it real, I have zero intention of watching Martin Scorsese’s new ten-hour film Killers of the Flower Moon out in October, but I hope Lily Gladstone gets her Oscar. (Esquire)
But the “highly sought after film” that people are actually going to see is Britney Spears’ 2002 film Crossroads. Despite all the negative reviews, it’s making a global return to theaters. That’s the power of Shonda Rhimes and Britney Spears, who is releasing her memoir The Woman in Me on October 24. (Variety)
My favorite thing about the VMAs is how everyone refuses to dress normal (except for Olivia Rodrigo, apparently). I don’t hate it. Truly inspiring, especially Doja Cat. They sell those stretchy cobwebs at Target. I can make that outfit happen. (Pajiba)
Someone please come delete TikTok from my phone. I can’t stop watching Trad Wife posts after listening to Matt Walsh and the crazies talk about how we need to go back to traditional roles. No, sir, we do not.
‘Tis the fucking season, everyone. Go get your Wendy’s Pumpkin Spice Frosty and fully transform into the insufferable person that’s been trapped inside you all summer. (The Takeout)