Maya Rudolph is a rich person playing a richer person on the series Loot, and she looks appropriately rich on the cover of Town & Country, a magazine that aspires to be for the richest people. (Go Fug Yourself)
It’s Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month—because a month fixes everything!—and Yerin Kim is examining the community’s relationship to mental health and therapy. (Popsugar)
Jif is cutting out the middleman and unveiling their own peanut butter and chocolate spread to rival Nutella. Which isn’t really a Nutella rival, because Nutella is a hazelnut thing? These are not the same flavors! Still, as a person who regularly puts a spoonful of peanut butter on my chocolate ice cream, I appreciate the short cut. Can’t wait for Jerry Seinfeld to make a movie about this breakthrough snack food achievement. (Celebitchy)
Drake needs to stop messing because Kendrick is burying him. Kendrick Lamar released another diss track, “6:16 In LA”, and at this point he’s just bouncing Drake’s head off the wall. Drake is obviously very successful in a way that suggests many people like his music, but to me he is the mall of hip hop, serving a little bit of genericness to a lot of people. Kendrick is an actual artist, pushing the form and making interesting choices and trying new stuff. Drake has something but not this. Also, Jack Antonoff is one of the producers on Kendrick’s new track, because apparently, he’s the king of the revenge track. (Stereogum)
Sam Adams tackles the relationship between Taylor Swift and middle-aged men, particularly as represented in recent film and television moments in The Fall Guy and The Bear, where emotionally constipated male characters use TSwift’s music to signal emotional flux and change. Adams also makes the excellent argument that you can’t separate Taylor’s music from cringe, that her confessional songwriting, which has appealed to so many and for so long now, is in itself a kind of permission to embrace both the catharsis and the inherent cringe of expressing emotions, especially the weepy ones. This actually makes me want to listen to Tortured Poets again and consider the “poets” not as the expressors of emotion, like Taylor, but as those still struggling to uncork certain emotions. Someone once told me that any art that makes you think cannot be bad, and Tortured Poets is certainly making me think! (Slate)