Josh and Selina, Selina and Josh. People mention them in the same breath far too often these days, often with a knowing little smile signifying nothing. She knows what it looks like. She’s seen the pictures. Josh standing too close, his lips brushing her ear, his nose in her hair, a hand hovering at her side. Incredible, truly, how much the cameras capture while still revealing nothing at all. The images would be damning if there were a sordid truth to reveal.
I wrote the thing and I have no regrets, I guess.
I am LOSING IT. THIS IS INCREDIBLE.
Women are still in emotional bondage as long as we need to worry that we might have to make a choice between being heard and being loved. ❞
The Vengeful Waiter! The Slicer! The Groundhog!
When I was an intern at NYMag I binged on a bunch of Liam Neeson’s action movies to write this piece. This weekend I binged on a bunch more to update it. Takeaway: Despite his thirst for blood, Liam Neeson still seems like a dude who’d bring you hot chicken soup when you’re sniffly and sick in bed, and that disarming air of reliability and tenderness is exactly why he’s the scariest killer of all. Stay wary. (#3 is my favorite.)
but on good days, I am charming as fuck