Going to the movie theater is one of the easiest outings to plan with your friends, mainly because of how inexpensive yet unifying the experience is. You get to see a story unfold alongside the people you love, while sharing a communion of food all in one sitting. All of these elements make visiting the movie theater worthwhile.

Gilmore Girls merch has colonised autumn. We investigate why the pyjamas arrive in August, who is actually profiting, and whether owning a Luke’s Diner mug makes you tacky. It is the first week of August. The sun is still out, nobody has thought about a coat, and yet the shops have already filled up with burgundy pyjamas printed with pictures of a fictional gazebo in Connecticut.

In 1929, a large earthquake struck near New Zealand and sent shock waves rolling through the body of the planet. In Copenhagen, a seismologist named Inge Lehmann sat down with the readings and found something that should not have been there. Waves were turning up at stations where the accepted model of the Earth said they could not possibly arrive. Most of us can name the men who split the atom or mapped the double helix.

There is a part in the Wicker trailer when a villager remarks that the new husband in town is as strong as a tree, and just as hard. The joke lands because he is, in fact, a tree. Or rather, a great deal of willow, woven into the shape of Alexander Skarsgård and delivered to Olivia Colman’s door like an enchanted parcel.

Last weekend, two of the five biggest films in cinemas were built on stories roughly 2,800 years old. One was Christopher Nolan's three-hour adaptation of The Odyssey, shot entirely on IMAX 70mm for a reported $250 million. The other was a filmed recording of a West End musical about Orpheus, Eurydice and a bad marriage in the underworld.

There is a very specific kind of guilt that comes from opening a wardrobe stuffed with clothes and still feeling like you have nothing to wear. If that sounds familiar, you are not imagining it, and you are certainly not alone. One in three young women in the UK now consider an item of clothing “old” after wearing it just once or twice. Worn twice. Then binned, donated, or left to fossilise at the back of a drawer.

Sign one: maybe you've called an ex a narcissist without a professional in the room. Sign two: maybe you've told a friend, only half-joking, that you're "so ADHD" for losing your keys again. Sign three: maybe you've watched a fifteen-second video and thought, Wait, that's literally me, about a condition you've never actually been evaluated for. If any of that sounds familiar, keep reading. If it doesn't, keep reading anyway. It might sound like someone you know.

Somewhere between the sourdough starter and the perfectly ironed apron, a quiet revolution has been taking place on your For You Page. Women in florals, baking bread from scratch, folding laundry with a smile, and declaring, camera rolling, that their husband’s needs come first. Welcome to the world of the tradwife.

When the new cinematic DC Universe officially launched its flagship hero back into the sky, the world looked up in awe. Superman was exactly what audiences and critics had been begging for over the last decade: a pitch-perfect execution of the classic superhero mythos. It deserved every single ounce of the hype it received. It was a triumph of modern blockbuster filmmaking that knew precisely what it was. But less than a year later, the skies have darkened over Metropolis.

Most people remember Sylvia Plath's fig tree as a metaphor about indecision. But beneath it lies a quieter and more painful idea: every choice creates a ghost. The life you didn't live doesn't disappear, it lingers in the imagination, tempting you with what might have been.

Seventeen years in rural Mississippi, breathing in grazing country air, weren’t enough to convince Caroline Romano that the state could be her forever home. She said she never felt like she belonged among the Magnolia State’s country landscapes. Romano only needed one trip to find her true home, the place that makes her heart sing. Instead of Mississippi, she sought refuge in Nashville, Tennessee, the country’s songwriting capital, where she could channel her burgeoning musi