A guide to what we’re barely putting up with this week.
The return of Fuse’s mesmerizing, thoroughly awesome reality show, Big Freedia: Queen Of Bounce. Big Freedia is far smarter, savvier, and sweeter than anyone who wrote a song called “Azz Everywhere” should be.
The Empire collection for Saks Fifth Avenue. Now you too can dress like you’re in a soapy, extremely glamorous struggle for control of a record label!
Lana Del Rey’s new album full of the same old boredom masquerading as sadness, Honeymoon. Finally: a tranquilizer you can hear!
The return of the anti-Big Love, TLC’s Sister Wives. Turns out, real non-cult-y polygamists are really, really dull. Sometimes truth is more milquetoast than fiction.
Starbucks’ new, sickly sweet autumnal abomination, the Toasted Graham Latte. Coffee that tastes like a liquified graham cracker pie crust isn’t coffee—it’s a drinkable, really gross dessert.
Ads for Pan, the overly stylized, completely unnecessary origin story of Peter Pan. Apparently, Peter Pan started steampunk. Who knew?
Pope Francis in the U.S. bobbleheads, T-shirts, plush dolls, and other papal visit memorabilia. Surely your grandkids will treasure that commemorative coin when they find it at the bottom of one of the piles of garbage in what once was your living room on Hoarders.