Here’s an overview of both the weirdest and most worthwhile true crime projects heading our way, so we can decide now if we’re going to live tweet when they debut or just talk sh*t about them in public but stream them when we’re alone.

Even overpaid, privileged people who lie for a living have a problem with overpaid, privileged people being monsters to immigrants.

How is a sportswear company a useful (or even relevant) arbiter of what a deeply fraught political symbol means?

It’s the perfect statement to once again make the music industry squirm and confront its arbitrary gate-keeping of what’s accepted within certain genres and their typical lack of diversity.

Madonna inserts herself in a re-enactment of the Pulse Nightclub shooting, channels her self-righteousness into a sort of rap refrain, and shuffles around a dance floor. All of it feels offensive for different reasons.

The middle-aged “Hunger Games” of the 2020 presidential election begin!

It’s like when Gwen Stefani culturally appropriated all of “harajuku” sub-culture, only worse.

If Lana del Rey and Ellie Goulding had a haunted baby, it wouldn’t sound as ethereal as Québécoise singer-songwriter Beatrice Martin.

Let’s not get confused about what it means to be an ally.

In a culture that grows increasingly irony-poisoned and irony-fatigued, we’re embracing a brand of emotional comedy that values earnestness over cynicism.