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By Claire Carusillo

She and Mariah Carey dig deep on the latest episode of "Archetypes”

Suits actress the Duchess of Sussex Meghan Markle-Mountbatten-Windsor got Mariah Carey on the horn for the second episode of the smash-hit pod Archetypes with Meghan. Meghan frames the episode around that one unspeakable word that’s done psychic damage to every single woman on earth who is the type of person who would listen to Archetypes with Meghan (loves meal prepping, stalking Rae Dunn drops at HomeGoods, and Margarita Mondays). What is that word? You ask. Well. It’s unspeakable. Uncouth. Unacceptable. It’s…..

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Diva.

And Meghan and Mariah are going to break down that pervasive, pernicious archetype. Continue reading

By Allie Jones

Is it the eyebrows?

Earlier this month, Chrissy Teigen made a stunning announcement: She is pregnant. Shortly thereafter, she embarked on the typical five-star luxury European vacation that all American celebrities get to take after they make such a reveal. Our favorite 36-year-old model and influencer has been posting several photos of herself from her travels, including this one:

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By Tarpley Hitt

It's his funeral I guess

Over the weekend, Pitchfork published a lengthy piece on Arcade Fire frontman Win Butler, alleging that his earnest and virtuous public persona was more complicated behind the scenes. The piece cited three unnamed women who had sexual interactions with Butler, two of which were consensual, that they came to feel were inappropriate; the Arcade Fire fans were between the ages of 18 and 23, while Butler was in his late thirties. A fourth person, who is non-binary, claimed Butler sexually assaulted them twice in 2015 when they were 21.

Butler responded with a lengthy statement, admitting he’d had “relationships outside of [his] marriage,” including with the four people who spoke to Pitchfork, but he maintained they were all consensual. You can read the piece in full here and draw your own conclusions. But at least one thing is undisputed: Butler hired New York flack Risa Heller to handle his crisis P.R. On Butler’s behalf, Heller provided lengthy statements from both him and his bandmate/wife Régine Chassagne, and offered to put the website “in contact with different women who had consensual sexual experiences with him in the past.” Continue reading

By Olivia Craighead

The ROIs are off the frickin charts

Hollywood is all about wheeling and dealing. Filming a movie is only the first battle, and wars are won in conference rooms. I learned this over the weekend, when Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson made five Instagram posts about attending a single marketing meeting for his upcoming superhero movie Black Adam.

How was the meeting? Let me count the adjectives. In Johnson’s words, it was “phenomenal” and “productive,” everyone is “aligned, galvanized, and INSPIRED” (emphasis his). They are also “talented, hungry, focused, optimistic, passionate and scrappy.” This does seem like a meeting that was worth posting to the grid five times.

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By Nicholas Russell

It's gross

I grew up in a Filipino family, full of adventurous eaters who love and enjoy all kinds of meals. From a young age, I was surrounded by a variety of different foods, and, though once the pickiest eater alive, these days I try being open to new experiences. Sometimes, a certain cuisine is nice simply for having had it once and thinking, “That was good. I probably won’t eat that again.” Which is to say, I will sample almost anything. There is really only one, admittedly broad, exception to my wide-ranging appetite: hot fruit.

Now, I understand that it’s trendy to stake some sort of “controversial” claim that is actually widely-held and not very shocking. But I do sometimes feel like that woman in the episode of the Twilight Zone who wakes up after surgery looking normal, in a world of alien-looking people, and screams because she’s been gaslit into thinking she’s ugly. I have never understood the appeal of hot fruit. Certainly not in its most universally praised application: fruit pie. Pie is one of those intensely sentimental artifacts of childhood that signify comfort and familiarity in a way that obviates the real truth, which is that pie is gross. Cherry pie is cloying, soggy, and vulgar; apple pie no better (mushy, bland, revolting). Let’s not even bring up blueberry. Of course, one might suggest that pie is not the best way to enjoy hot fruit — there is a whole world of cobblers, compotes, baked curried fruit, some insane thing called a hot fruit salad. Continue reading