Piers Morgan is stirring up controversy again—and Sophie Turner is having none of it. Morgan’s latest scuffle comes after he retweeted a story from The Sun which quoted British actress Beverley Callard as saying, “Real mental illness is very dark and it takes a great deal of strength to ask for help. I think we are now definitely chipping away at the stigma. But we have to be careful mental illness doesn’t become like a Gucci handbag. There is a danger it can become ‘fashionable’.”
“She’ll be hammered for saying this, but it’s 100% true,” Morgan commented with the retweet.
But Turner had a response ready for Morgan: “Or maybe they have a platform to speak out about it and help get rid of the stigma of mental illness which affects 1 in 4 people in UK per year,” she tweeted. “But please go ahead and shun them back into silence. Twat.”
This isn’t the first time Turner has used her social media platforms to speak out about mental health. In support of World Suicide Prevention Day in September she wrote, “You’re stronger than you think. You will get through this. You’re so loved. You are NOT a burden. #WorldSuicidePreventationDay”
As for Morgan, this is just the latest in a long line of controversial views and Twitter arguments with a young woman at the center. Back in November, he got into it with Ariana Grande (and her mom, Joan) on Twitter over how and when women should put their sexuality on display. Grande also clapped back brilliantly, writing, “I use my talent AND my sexuality all the time because i choose to. women can be sexual AND talented. naked and dignified. it’s OUR choice. we will keep fighting til people understand. i say this w all due respect but thank u, next.”
True story: I spent pretty much my entire first “big” paycheck on a pair of Marc Jacobs sunglasses. It was 2012. I’d just scored a part-time job as a customer service representative at Blockbuster (R.I.P.), and my first paycheck was substantial, especially for a 19-year-old: $300. Instead of saving that cash, I went straight to a mall (also R.I.P.) and dropped $250 right then and there on impulse. That wasn’t the best decision I could’ve made—especially since I went on to lose those glasses at the beach that summer (#RIP4E&E)—but it’s a memory I now look back on and laugh.
These 19 celebrities, below, also have similar stories about what they did with their first big paychecks. From blowing it all at the Gap to splurging on fancy conditioner to buying cars—or, even funnier, weed—their stories are so relatable. And hilarious. Read on.
Last fall Lifetime debuted an absolutely bonkers show called You. It centers on Joe (Penn Badgley, a.k.a. Dan Humphrey), a bookstore clerk who forms an unhealthy obsession with an aspiring writer named Beck (Elizabeth Lail). Well, unhealthy is a bit of an understatement: He goes full-speed Fatal Attraction on Beck, stalking her every move, manipulating her friends, and—spoiler alert—murdering people in her inner circle. If you thought Dan Humphrey was creepy on Gossip Girl, just wait until you see Joe. At least Dan didn’t awkwardly stand outside Serena’s apartment and watch her have sex with someone else. (Yup, Joe does this to Beck in first episode of You, and it’s just as wild as it sounds.)
Interestingly, though, You didn’t take off when it premiered back in September. The show’s ratings were so disappointing, in fact, that Lifetime passed it over to Netflix for season two. The streaming giant made the first season available for streaming in late December, and it’s caught on like wildfire. Better late than never, am I right?
“[You] just feels like a really great story to tell with the Netflix model. It was always built to be extremely binge-able,” You‘s co-showrunner Sera Gamble told Vulture in December.
The insanely fast rate at which Netflix users have consumed You‘s first season is proof of that. It feels like thousands of people have already ripped through all 10 episodes, because the memes are here—and they’re hilarious.
Below, check out a few, very shook tweets from people who are just now discovering You.
Kate Middleton and her glorious royal hair turn 37 years old today (January 9). But how exactly do you celebrate when you’re the Duchess of Cambridge? Well, pretty low-key, actually.
“Kate’s not into big birthday celebrations, but George and Charlotte adore birthday cake, so there will be a special tea party at the palace with candles and presents,” a source told Vanity Fair. Middleton is reportedly spending her big day home at Kensington Palace after doing school drop-offs and pickups for her two older children, which sounds like the most normal birthday ever.
Of course, unlike the rest of us, Middleton received public birthday wishes from all the official royal accounts, including the queen’s. “Happy Birthday to HRH The Duchess of Cambridge!” the post read. “The duchess undertakes royal duties in support of the queen, both in the U.K. and overseas—and devotes her time to supporting charitable causes and organizations, several of which are centered around providing children with the best possible start in life.”
Prince William has an official engagement today for the thirtieth anniversary of London’s Air Ambulance but will be home in time to celebrate with Kate and the kids, according to Vanity Fair.
And he’s not coming home empty-handed. Some of the children at Prince William’s event brought along cards and gifts for him to take home to Middleton. “Well, thank you for remembering,” he said, according to The Daily Mail. “I did actually remember this morning, so I was OK.”
Here’s the big question: What do we think Prince William gives Kate Middleton for her birthday? I can’t imagine they do joke gifts, as is reportedly the royal Christmas tradition. So perhaps a new bespoke headband, along with an amazing piece of jewelry from Princess Diana’s collection? That sounds like the perfect combination.
In addition to 10-plus years of education learning how to save lives, medical students also master how to stay up late. They go from clocking hours in the library to grueling residency hours to the always on-call life of a practicing doctor. It’s a career that’s guaranteed to make your parents proud…and your skin looking tired.
“Get some sleep” is sound advice for a reason: As dermatologists explain, a lack of sleep means your body overreacts to everyday things like hormonal changes, which can lead to puffy eyes, dark circles, and breakouts. Sleep deprivation amps up the levels of cortisol—the stress hormone—in your body, something that’s already spiking for students who are attempting to memorize textbooks and pass exams. Plus, all that fluorescent hospital lighting can really zombify anyone’s complexion.
Still, no one wants a doctor who looks like they’ve been up all night. In addition to experimenting with power naps and espresso drinks, med school is the time to find an effective eye cream. Anyone who manages to stay up all night and help patients all day must know a thing or two.
With that in mind, we spoke with medical students and residents across the country about the eye cream they rely on to trick their friends, professors, and patients into thinking they got a full night’s sleep. Keep scrolling for their depuffing, nourishing, line-smoothing undereye picks.
Although I was born on the cusp of Gen Z, I identify with a lot of millennial stereotypes. I have social anxiety, a baby pink Away suitcase (totally worth the money, IMO), and I’m addicted to my phone. Recently I’ve fallen into another trope newly associated with my generation: I’ve become a plant mom.
My journey started slow, a succulent here and there to make my college dorm feel more homey. When I moved into my first apartment, I adopted a tall leafy plant that I found on the street. In hindsight, this was probably a terrible idea, but what first-apartment decoration really ever is on point? Now in my current place, cacti and small palms line the windowsill in my living room. Flowers from Trader Joe’s cover my kitchen table, bedroom, and living room. A bodega bamboo plant sits on my dresser among my collection of perfume bottles and vintage ashtrays, and a planter shaped like a young pope holds an ivy plant on the window by my bed.
With every big, waxy Monstera leaf or pint-size succulent that flickered across my feed, my inner green thumb ached.
Before I knew it, my house held almost as many plants as pairs of shoes, and I couldn’t pop into a bodega or Trader Joe’s (two of my favorite spots for affordable plants) without leaving sans greenery. To be completely honest, the reason I first become a plant hoarder is the same (embarrassing) reason I make most of my decisions these days: Instagram. I follow more models and It Girls than people I know in real life, and it no longer felt like enough just to dress like them, I wanted to live like them too.
With every big, waxy Monstera leaf or pint-size succulent that flickered across my feed, my inner green thumb ached. I didn’t even know I had one, in fact, until literally all I could think about were plants. How would a cactus look in that corner? Ooh, what about a palm over there? I wondered as I aimlessly scrolled away, designing in my head to try an emulate the apartments I lusted over online. For every selfie posted with a lush green leaf in the background, I picked up another bouquet in hopes that it would make me more like the person I wanted to be.
Of course, that’s not how it works. Buying more plants didn’t make me more photogenic or outgoing—but it did make me feel like an adult who has her shit together. Instead of spending money on a quick thrill like a new lipstick or sweater I’ll wear once, I was purchasing something beautiful for my home. Studies have shown that houseplants can make us feel calmer and reduce toxins in the air. I’d like to think that’s mostly true. There really is something cozy and relaxing about being surrounded by greenery, especially when you get so little of that living in a city.
My plant purchasing habits also made me feel responsible in a way I never have before by giving me something to take care of. I’m not quite ready for a pet, and kids are way far off in my future—if at all—but I still have that maternal ache to care for something. Enter my collection of house plants. They don’t have names, but I lovingly refer to all of them as “she.” They give me something to tend to; plus, they help make my small, cluttered apartment feel a little more like a sanctuary.
There’s only one problem: I’m a terrible plant mom. About 70 percent of the plants I bring into my apartment die within two months. Buying the plants only gives me the illusion of responsibility; I have absolutely no follow-through and I’m awful at remembering to water them. Thankfully, my boyfriend is much more attentive, and I credit him for keeping our plants alive at all. My apartment has very little natural light and is shared by five people, so it’s super crowded and things are constantly being moved around. This isn’t a great environment for plants to flourish, and my place is often so messy that caring for them seems pointless. It’s not having them there magically transforms my space into an Instagram apartment.
And still, I continue to buy them. The initial thrill is so good that I convince myself this time will be different—this is the plant that will beat all the odds and live. But I’ve had to set a few ground rules. I won’t spend more than $20 on a plant (my boyfriend doesn’t follow this rule, though, so we have a few plants from The Cactus Store), and I tend to stick to succulents or cacti since they require less attention.
Although I longingly scroll through The Sill’s Instagram, I will not invest in a plant from them until I prove to myself I have the skills to care for it. Instead, I stick to corner stores and the local greenmarket. If I’m looking for something a little more interesting, I’ll splurge a bit at Rosehip and Other Times, which are both in my neighborhood and have reasonably priced plants. And for those not in NYC, obviously Urban cornered that market quick. (There’s an entire “Grow Shop” section on its website.) I’ve found I’m more likely to keep something alive if I keep it in a cute vessel—that way it feels more permanent—so I buy vintage planters and vases on Etsy as motivation.
Even though I’ve proved myself time and time again an unfit plant mom, I won’t let it stop me. The allure that, if I could just take care of it, I could be the woman I’m meant to be is too strong. Maybe one day.
Bella Cacciatore is a beauty assistant at Glamour.
In a new interview with InStyle magazine, Melissa McCarthy opens up about the body shaming she experienced early on in her career. After her breakout role in 2011’s Bridesmaids, the actress says she became a target for offensive questions at press junkets. During one instance, McCarthy recalls a journalist flat out calling her “grotesque.”
“Years ago I was at a press conference for either The Heat or Tammy and somebody from a very big organization kept asking me, ‘Why do you always feel the need to be so grotesque?’” McCarthy tells InStyle. “It was a huge interview with maybe 100 people in the room, and he was sneering.”
She remained calm, though. “What are we talking about? I can’t answer your question because I don’t understand it,” McCarthy said in response to the reporter. He then said, “You look sloppy, you’re not wearing any makeup, your hair is not done, you’re yelling at people.”
McCarthy took this opportunity to point out the double standard between men and women on film. “I was like, ‘OK, so have you ever asked this of a guy? I’m playing a character. You need to get out more if you don’t think there are real women like that,’” she said. “[The journalist] goes, ‘Oh, fine, I’m aggressive, call it whatever you want. If you don’t want to answer the questions, you shouldn’t come to the panel.’”
But the Can You Ever Forgive Me? actress didn’t back down. “I was like, ‘I really want to answer your questions. I’m sorry I didn’t wear makeup in a part. I’m sorry I didn’t look pleasant for you. But I also don’t think you should be here writing about movies,’” she said.
McCarthy received a similar line of rude questioning while promoting Bridesmaids seven years ago. “[The reporter] kept asking, ‘Are you shocked that you actually work in this business at your tremendous size?'” she recalls. “I just remember all the blood drained out of me. I thought, With my tremendous size, I could tackle you so quickly.”
This conversation happened on camera, but producers from the outlet assured McCarthy they’d never air the journalist’s remarks. “It happens all the time, to the point where it’s fascinating because they don’t do it to men,” she said. “Not to be a jerk or single him out, but when John Goodman was heavier, did anybody ever talk about his girth?”
Read the rest of McCarthy’s conversation with InStylehere.
The single most expensive purchase I made in 2018 wasn’t a pair of designer shoes, the lamp I’ve been lusting after for six months, or a new iPad; it was a $300 mini trampoline. Long considered a fitness relic of days past (specifically, of the 1980s) it has been a total game changer in my approach to both exercise and my mental health.
I know you may be thinking, $300*? On a mini trampoline? Most people stare at me—incredulous—when I mention it’s now my preferred mode of exercise. It’s like something a five-year-old hopped up on sugar might ask for at a toy store.
This seemingly ridiculous purchase was initially the result of being Insta-influenced by Busy Philipps. Before this point, I’d tried everything. I suffered through anxiety-inducing Spin classes and knee-busting barre workouts. I wallowed in the existential dread of a 90-minute yoga session. After 34 years of avoiding cardio-based workouts like the plague, I had all but given up on ever finding a routine that I actually enjoyed. Working out would forever be a punishment to endure.
Not only that, for years I was terrified exercise would trigger my past disordered eating or overexercising patterns. At one point I figured it was better to just avoid it all together. I resigned myself to the fact that a little extra squish around my belly was better than falling down the rabbit hole of bad habits. Instead, I did the work of self-love and body acceptance and avoided almost every Internet fitness craze, since they all seem to lean heavily into the patriarchal ideal of female physical perfection. Who wants to buy into that load of hot garbage? Certainly not me. (Not to mention the fact that being asked if I’m pregnant is certainly an efficient way of weeding out the assholes of the world.)
Enter Busy Philipps. She made bouncing away on a trampoline look like so much fun that I dropped the entirety of the money I’d been gifted for Christmas in 2017 on an Amazon order in early January. And here I am 12 months later, a full-fledged member of the LEKfit cult. I can honestly say that it’s impossible to do this workout without a huge smile plastered on my face. Glimmers of a familiar youthful glee surface while jumping away in the comfort of my own home—without witnesses. (Please believe me when I say that nobody needs to see this.)
For $20 a month, I now have access to Busy-approved trampoline and mat dance-inspired workouts at my fingertips. There are tons of free trampoline workouts on YouTube, but I’m an avowed LEKfit fan. The vibe is right up my alley: All classes are filmed in LEKfit founder Lauren Kleban’s black-and-white garage studio and accompanied by the best playlists I’ve ever encountered in any workout scenario (girlfriend has taste). Gone are the days of joyless, dread-inducing workouts. My ClassPass membership was promptly reduced to the bare minimum for the occasional Pilates jaunt, and I can honestly say that I look forward to working out now.
The best part is that this trampoline workout is just as effective as it is joy-inducing. Given that it’s a low-resistance workout, I was worried that it wouldn’t feel like much, but it wears me out without depleting me. Instead of leaving more anxious than I began, I feel happy.
The second-best part is that having a trampoline in your home makes you the coolest aunt in town. What my home lacks in children’s toys or chicken nuggets, it makes up for with hours spent jumping up and down on a trampoline. There’s nothing like the surprise and elation on a child’s face when I pull this bad boy out. It’s instant fun house.
Sure, it’s a space hog in my small apartment. But I’ve found ways to make it work. In ten minutes I can take it apart and store it under my bed, or I just leave it in the living room and use it as a footrest while lounging on the couch. Laziness dictates that for the most part, so the trampoline is usually just hanging out. It’s a bit of an eyesore, but it doesn’t bother me since I use it so often and both my boyfriend and dog enjoy lounging on it.
I had always heard that everyone finds the right workout for them, but I didn’t think it would ever apply to me. I assumed I’d just be the kind of person who hates working out, and I’d move through life. But it turns out everyone was right. I hope, if you haven’t already, you find your thing.
My spending habits are surprisingly low for someone who lives in NYC, one of the most expensive cities in the world. The thing is, I just don’t like spending money. Treating myself to a “splurge” usually comes with more guilt and anxiety than joy, which is something I guess I should ask my therapist about…but then again, my bank account isn’t complaining.
And thanks to work, I get access to a lot of movie and TV show screeners, meaning I get plenty of free entertainment. My beauty routine is cheap because I rarely wear more than some light foundation and mascara; I also have bangs, which are great because you can get away with a wash-and-go without much styling. When it comes to clothes, I’ll shop the occasional sale at & Other Stories—more on that later—but I keep a strict “one in, one out” closet policy, which means I’ll make a little money from a resell shop every season. For everything else, I ask for gift cards for my birthday and Christmas and spread those out over the year whenever I get the itch for something new.
So when I was asked to keep a log of impulse buys for a month for this series, I thought it’d be the most boring list ever. Lucky for this article, though, it hit right before Christmas. And this year my husband and I were hosting our parents for the very first time. That meant buying more decorations to set the mood, a frenzy of cooking and cleaning, and a few last-minute gifts I purchased in a panic. The holidays were a hit, thank God, but I’m paying penance for it the rest of the year. Here’s why.
The kitchen cart I, a grown woman, bought because my mom told me to: $100.99 While I was home for Thanksgiving, my mom strongly suggested I find a kitchen cart to make Christmas dinner prep easier. I reluctantly agreed it was a good idea—counter space is limited in one-bedroom walk-up apartments—so I checked out Wayfair’s options. Normally, I’d spend a week weighing the pros and cons of each cart, but there was a big sale happening so I bought the first one I liked (the Haller Kitchen Cart by August Grove). I didn’t think too much about it until I got the notification that the package shipped—then my brain was all, Did I read enough reviews? What if the dimensions aren’t right? Do I need more drawer space? That was unnecessary. It’s so perfect I’m annoyed I didn’t get one sooner. Lesson learned: Listen to your mother.
The home-cleaning services I paid for because I was too “busy” watching Real Housewives of New Jersey:$180 Once the cart arrived, my next big project in holiday prep was deep cleaning the apartment. One problem: I had a lot of end-of-year projects at work, so by the time I got home each night, I was too exhausted to do anything but turn on Bravo and pass out on the couch. Rather than keep putting it off, I sprang for a cleaner via a home-service app. It cost $120, and I felt a lot guilt about it—just get off the couch, lazy!—but the woman did a great job and offered to come back for half the price ($60) if I booked her directly. (The app takes a huge cut.) I hired her to come back for a quick clean the day my parents arrived, and it was the best $60 I’ve ever spent.
The Roomba I couldn’t resist because I’ve already spent so much on cleaning why turn back now?: $319.99 I was at Costco picking up food and other supplies when I spotted a sale on Roombas for $319.99. That’s a great deal—I’ve seen them cost in the $500 to $600 range—and, to be honest, I was motivated by my newly clean apartment. So the robot vacuum came home with me. I’ve named her Roombie and treat her like a beloved pet.
The holiday decorations that were inspired by Hallmark Christmas movies: $87.84 Maybe it was all the Hallmark Christmas movies I’d been watching, but I felt like my apartment wasn’t festive enough. I stopped by Party City to see if they had any cheap holiday decorations and left with napkins, plates, and gifts bags for $34.43. I didn’t love their wrapping paper selection, though, so I went into the Five Below next door and got ribbons, paper, more gift bags, and a silly desktop golf game for my dad. That set me back $33.41. Then, on my way home, I passed by a Christmas tree stand and saw an adorable reindeer made out of tree bark. The guy at the stand was straight out of a Hallmark Christmas movie—where else do attractive Christmas tree farmers exist?—and he talked me into spending $20 on the deer, a Charlie Brown–style Christmas tree, and a small Santa made out of bark. I paid cash.
The ice-skating tickets so expensive I gasped when I saw the cost: $450 A few days before our parents arrived, my husband and I sat down and came up with an itinerary. High on the list was ice skating at Rockefeller Plaza on Christmas Eve…but then I saw how expensive the VIP tickets were: $150 a piece. The tickets included guaranteed access to the ice (without that, it’s a long line with no guarantee you’ll get in), free snacks and drinks, and the skate and locker rental (that’s an additional cost with general admission). Expensive, yes, but this was a bucket list item for my parents and me. I hemmed and hawed and then closed my eyes and hit “purchase.” I didn’t buy much for my parents for Christmas this year—they’re trying to downsize—so I told myself (and them) this was their big gift. It wasn’t cheap, but seeing how excited my mom and dad were once we hit the ice made it worth it.
The end-of-year sales that were a Christmas gift to myself: $256.99 I nailed hosting the holidays, but after everyone left I felt like I deserved something for all the hard work (mentally and physically) I put into pulling it off. So I did a little online retail therapy. One of my favorite gifts from my husband this year was a new Vanessa Mooney necklace, and I wanted a cuter jewelry stand to show it off. I found one on Target for $19.99 that I liked. Then I got an inbox alert that & Other Stories was having a sale. That’s my favorite store for reasonably priced trendy but adult items, so I went to the location near my office and stocked up on a new sweater, a blazer, socks, and not one but two metallic tops. Those cost me $237, but I think I’ve earned it.
Kris Jenner‘s signature pixie cut has a life of its own, really. Her ‘do is basically responsible for a billion-dollar entertainment empire. In love with your Kylie Lip Kit? Thank Kris Jenner’s short brown locks. Jazzed about the latest KKW Beauty fragrance? Kris’ pixie is accepting checks. Simply put, her hair is iconic, and pop-culture wouldn’t be the same without it.
So when the momager changes up her look, people tend to flip. There was the time last year when she went platinum blond and spawned a million memes. And now, she’s at it again with a brand new style. Kris uploaded a photo of herself to Instagram this weekend with a top bun and loose, piece-y bangs, and she looks like a completely different person. More specifically, she looks like her daughter, Kim Kardashian.
I know what you’re thinking: They’re a mother-daughter duo, so of course they look alike—but this is legit. Sure, Kim and Kris have similar features, but I’m sure you’ve never mistaken one for the other. You’ve always known Kim is the one with a song called “Jam” and Kris loves wine. But just look at this photo of Kris, below. You’ll think—at least for a split second—that it’s Kim. I certainly did.
I’m not alone in this, either. “Kim looks just like you here,” one person commented on Kris’ post. “I thought this was lil kim,” wrote another.
Interestingly, Kris also bears a striking resemblance to her other daughter, Kendall, in this photo:
If all three of them stood in a line with this exact haircut, there’s no way I could tell them apart. Whoever can deserves a Pulitzer Prize. The power of bangs, people.