This holiday, I’m longing for the odor of hots with spiky hair and puka-shell necklaces. Could it be that the much-derided Hollister scent is… actually good?
This acclaimed indie comedy about male friendship speaks to our age of toxic masculinity, but it’s not quite as cutting or insightful as it’s been given credit for
Our fast protagonist is a handsome, ambitious narcissist whose abuse knows no ends — like Patrick Bateman in a supercar. He’s the model of a man we must all try not to be
How an aspirational slogan for men rejects the anxiety of gender