For the love of books
Because the bend and snap is all about the timing. Jumping on the delayed-during-COVID-19 train is Legally Blonde 3, the threequel of the beloved, utterly pink saga that taught us how to come out of a breakup with flying colors and a law degree.
The film adaptation of Wicked—the smash hit musical based on Gregory Maguire’s bestselling take on what happened in the land of Oz—is now director-less.
The underground universe of rumors and urban legends doesn’t appear to have escaped the powerful rivers of doneness exuded by every Latinx and Hispanic woman ever (whether they are aware of it or not). So, in addition to our rich tradition of signed-sealed-delivered official literature, we have a colorful scope of frightening phantasmagoric characters in our oral traditions. The motives behind these stories are mildly reminiscent of some of the gorier tales by the brothers Grimm, in which heroes would go on journeys where they lose fingers and bargain with the devil’s grandmother, all so parents could have a cold, …
A 1,000 pound bronze statue of mythological rape survivor and feared petrifier of men, Medusa, was unveiled this past Tuesday as a tribute to the #metoo movement and as a powerful statement on justice.
That moment when you’re walking down the aisle and then find out that your groom was not only already married the entire time you were dating, but had his wife stuffed in the attic WHILE YOU WERE LIVING IN THAT SAME HOUSE. Right? No? Exactly, no. Because no one with a bare-bones sense of humanity would actually do that. I’m sending that poor woman a fruit basket with a key hidden under the pineapple, an escape map of the Rochester grounds, and a machete in case she wants to get revenge on her way out. Before I found out about …
