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Some people go to church on Sundays. Others go to HR on Monday. And under President Donald Trump’s second coming of “faith-based freedom,” it’s getting harder to tell the difference. In Trump’s America 2.0, your cubicle might double as a confessional, your team meeting could start with a prayer, and your company Slack could soon feature Bible verses sandwiched between Q3 updates and cat memes. The message from Washington is clear: Bring your whole soul to work—especially the religious part. Welcome to the Great Corporate Reawakening , where freedom of religion meets the 9-to-5 grind—and everyone else gets to file the paperwork. I. Thou Shalt Not Clock In on the Sabbath The Equal Employment Opportunity Commission—once the sleepy HR cop of the federal government—has been reborn under Trump’s gospel of “religious liberty.” In the Book of Trump, Chapter 2025, Verse Brittany Panuccio, the EEOC gained a Republican majority and began flexing its faith muscles. Its latest crusade? Apple....

Because sometimes love looks like emotional labor disguised as loyalty. There comes a point in every relationship — romantic, familial, or platonic — when you stare at the ceiling at 2 a.m. and think, “Why am I doing this to myself?” Maybe it’s your father who suddenly wants your company now that he’s sick (after a lifetime of emotional absenteeism). Maybe it’s your spouse who treats your needs like pop-up ads — annoying, ignorable, and easy to close. Or maybe it’s that “friend” who’s a delight at brunch but turns into a werewolf every time you disagree. Enter KC Davis, therapist and author of Who Deserves Your Love: How to Create Boundaries to Start, Strengthen, or End Any Relationship . Davis offers a “Relationship Decision Tree” — a flowchart for deciding whether to invest or eject. It’s the psychological version of checking your oil light, except the car is your sanity. But let’s be real: few of us pull out a flowchart when our patience is on fire. So let’s break this down — t...

Welcome to the brave new world of real estate—where your next “dream home” might have a non-existent staircase, a kitchen that changes color mid-tour, and a window that looks out into the uncanny valley. Yes, folks, we’ve officially entered the AI Slop Era of real estate. This is the part of the timeline where everyone decided that lying through their digital teeth was not just acceptable—it was innovative . The House That GANs Built You know that feeling when you’re scrolling Zillow at 2 a.m. and you stumble on a listing so gorgeous it almost makes you believe in happiness again? Sun-drenched rooms, sleek marble countertops, a bathroom with mood lighting worthy of a music video. Then you schedule a showing, and what you get is a one-bedroom unit with ceilings so low you can smell the popcorn texture. That’s not a coincidence anymore. That’s AI hallucination . The same tech that gives you “realistic” portraits of nonexistent influencers has now infected property listings. Realtors are...

Act I: Welcome to the Pig Pen Every government shutdown has a mascot. 2013 had Ted Cruz reading Green Eggs and Ham on the Senate floor like a toddler forced to perform for dessert. 2018 had Trump holding the government hostage for his wall, proving once and for all that Mexico wasn’t paying for anything except maybe his ego therapy bills. And now, in 2025, we have what Chris Stirewalt aptly dubs “the Rosie O’Donnell shutdown” — loud, theatrical, politically messy, and somehow still the least absurd part of this country’s political circus. This one’s different, though. Not because Americans are suffering new hardships (spoiler: we always are), but because the Democrats decided to cosplay as Gingrich-era Republicans — except instead of trying to cut spending, they’re shutting down the government to spend more . Yes, we’ve officially reached the stage of American politics where “fiscal responsibility” is just a vintage concept — like dial-up internet or bipartisan friendship. Repub...

(A snark-filled love letter to the green-thumbed, the green-curious, and the green-murderous among us.) Welcome to the Jungle (of Poor Decisions) So, you’ve decided to “get into gardening.” Bravo. You’ve binged enough home makeover shows to believe that a few strategically placed pots will transform your porch into a Southern Living photoshoot. You’ve bought soil that promises “moisture control,” and maybe even whispered to your plants like some kind of suburban druid. And yet, a week later, your fern looks like it’s auditioning for a zombie film. Let’s face it: container gardening is a gentle art — emphasis on gentle , because most people come in swinging. It’s the perfect middle ground between full-scale farming and the sad herb windowsill graveyard that happens in every apartment kitchen. The pros say it’s easier to control pests, moisture, and nutrients. The rest of us say it’s easier to move the corpse of your basil out of sight before guests arrive. But fear not. Gardening...

🩸 Prelude: Vampires of Veracity Every year, the Deutsche Börse Photography Prize crawls out of its crypt with a new set of images that make you question everything—reality, your eyesight, and why you ever thought a ring light was a good investment. The 2026 shortlist is no exception. This year’s fang-baring finalists sink their artistic teeth into exile, memory, gender inequality, and—naturally—AI hallucinations. If that sounds like a dinner party thrown by your therapist, congratulations: you already understand contemporary art. 📷 The Line-up: Four Artists Walk Into a Gallery … Weronika Gęsicka, Jane Evelyn Atwood, Amak Mahmoodian, and Rene Matić —four photographers, one £30,000 prize, and roughly twelve existential crises per square foot of wall space. The Photographers’ Gallery in London will host their collective fever dream from 6 March to 7 June 2026. Bring curiosity, tissues, and perhaps a stiff drink. 🧠 1. Weronika Gęsicka — The Encyclopaedia of Things That Never Were...