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The women in Khloe Kardashian's latest spinoff series give the sense that they are just clocking in at the reality-show office.

We will always love you.

What to do this week, in New York City and beyond.

My old friends and I have ended up scattered across different states, in different time zones, but we've made our own neighborhood inside the black and blue bubbles of our phones.

The FX series "Adults," which is returning for a second season, won't restore the genre to its normcore roots--but, happily, it has no interest in doing so.

It was the end of the world, and a number of us had gathered in a large, abandoned house.

It wasn't enough to sing of God's love, Dolly Parton felt she had to share it. And share it she did.

She was commonly called the Queen of Country Music, but that is exactly wrong: she was democratic to her bones.

Influencers inspired by the Kardashian origin story seem to have drawn the wrong lessons from it.

A new biography of this crucial New York filmmaker, whose work confronts racial and economic divisions, reveals her furiously inventive activity away from public view.