Okay, look, celebrity rebound relationships have been my guilty obsession ever since I face-planted into a pint of Ben & Jerry's after my ex ghosted me harder than a bad audition callback – that was, what, six months ago? Here in Brooklyn, with the autumn leaves crunching under my...
Look, I gotta kick this off with the cold hard truth: the Oscars 2025 worst dressed moments straight-up haunted my DVR queue for months, like that one bad date you keep replaying just to figure out where it all went south. Here I am, holed up in my rainy...
