Welcome to the lost languages of love—where longing glances meant “marry me,” secret violets whispered “I’m gay,” and coded fans tried their best to be the 1800s version of flirty texting but ended up ...

Ah, the sweet scent of autumn—burning leaves, pumpkin spice everything, and the unrelenting chaos of suburban homeowners descending upon one building in a collective frenzy of granite countertops and ...

Chapter 5: JD Vance Saves the Day (and the Tie) Over in the Senate, the bill barely scraped through with a 51-50 vote, broken by Vice President JD Vance, who continues to live his best life as the GOP ...

Congratulations, America. We’ve made it. Not as a fitter, leaner, more salad-munching nation—oh no. We’ve simply reached the point where even our fasting needs a rebrand. Forget about that old-school ...

Ah yes, the humble golf cart — humanity’s answer to the burning question: “What if I wanted to feel like a suburban retiree everywhere I go?” Welcome to the age of the electric low-speed vehicle, or ...