There’s been plenty of good, or at least addicting, content to consume this past month, but what this quarantine has been sorely missing is an event. You know, give the couch a little something fancy to perk up for. Turn that six feet of walking space from the kitchen to the living room into a premiere red carpet. The 18 hours of TV watching per day needs a modicum of gravity! Trolls World Tour was a salve for families.

It’s only been two episodes, but few new additions to the Real Housewives franchise have made as strong a first impression as Leah McSweeney on the new season of The Real Housewives of New York City.

The world is terrifying. Politicians are failing their citizens, costing lives. But the new season of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills is juicy as hell, so at least there’s that. If that news made you want to get on the table and dance for Andy—no judgment if it didn’t; if it did, come sit by me—then Wednesday’s season 10 premiere is an entire pill bag’s worth of quarantine anti-depressants. The reason is Denise Richards. Bless Denise Richards.

It’s not often an interview begins with the words, “Tell me about the buttholes.” Ask any Cats fan, however, and they’ll regale you with tales of the $100 million-losing Hollywood disasterpiece’s elusive “Butthole Cut.” The root of Cats’s muddied visual effects, it turns out, might have been more than just a time-crunched production.

Kim Kardashian West tends to suffer from a certain illiteracy: a complete inability to read the room. Earlier this month, as the world cowered in terror amidst a deadly pandemic and public figures grappled with—to varying degrees of success—what they’re able to do to help, she and Taylor Swift reignited their exhausting feud.

The HBO docuseries Atlanta’s Missing and Murdered: The Lost Children asks us to question not only the legitimacy of the U.S. legal system and law enforcement, but also the racial and class dynamics that underpin those very institutions and heavily influence the public’s ideas about guilt and innocence.

World War II couldn’t do it. An industry crash in the 1990s couldn’t do it. Now, for the first time in the history of the medium, monthly comics are grinding to a halt due to the novel coronavirus pandemic. Comics are largely sold through the direct market, moving from publisher to distributor to specialty comics retailers, as opposed to digital distribution or the newstands of yesteryear.

It should be no surprise that Naomi Campbell—supermodel, icon, love child of the words “fabulous” and “glamour,” and enigmatic diva extraordinaire—was ahead of the trend. In July 2019, Campbell, who can currently be seen as a judge on Amazon’s Making the Cut fashion competition, uploaded a video to her YouTube channel demonstrating the extreme cleaning regimen she employs to sanitize her airplane seat each time she flies.

It was weeks into self-isolation. I had lost count of the days. The mundanity was soul-crushing. The news was devastating. The toilet paper was running low. Things were bleak. It was time to check in with my spiritual gurus. So, over the course of a day, I got on the phone with the four veteran members of The Real Housewives of New York City. There was Luann de Lesseps, social distancing in the Hamptons with her son and her daughter.

Even if you’ve never seen the original Poltergeist films or 1976’s The Omen, you’ve likely heard of the unbelievable strings of real-life misfortunes that plagued the makings of each horror classic. They’re “cursed” productions, or so the story goes—examples of how baiting the devil or the occult onscreen invites unholy consequences offscreen, too.