Alice Cooper apparently just realized that he has had a valuable original Warhol lying around for decades, which he forgot about, because it was the early ’70s and—according to his manager—“It was a rock’n’roll time, none of us thought about anything.” Yes, that tracks.
How much thought have you, over the course of your entire life, given to the subject of baking powder? Personally I can say perhaps 30 minutes—that is, until I noticed the existence of food historian Linda Civitello’s Baking Powder Wars: The Cutthroat Food Fight that Revolutionized Cooking. Sorry; come again?
New York City has long loomed large in the libidinal imagination of America. And it goes back much further than the dirty days when Times Square was an open-air adult emporium, as a new display on the anti-obscenity and birth control movements at the Museum of the City of New York makes clear.
Kenneth Jay Lane, who designed costume jewelry for basically every stylish jet-set woman who ever lived, has died at 85.
Even if you don’t think he was planning to cooperate, it’s not a good look when the Nazis wanted to scoop up your discarded king and put him back on the throne—for you or the erstwhile monarch. Which is presumably why after World War II, Winston Churchill asked Dwight Eisenhower and the American government pretty…
Hundreds of photographs by artist Vivian Maier, a Chicago nanny who constantly took photos in her spare time and was unknown until her negatives were found in the late 2000s, have been donated to the University of Chicago.
Today the wild schemes of even the most grandiose tech bros seem small-time, thanks to a remembrance of Frances Gabe, an unconventional inventor who loathed housework so damn much that she built herself a one-of-a-kind self-cleaning home and garnered national media attention for her achievement.
The citizens of Basingstoke unveiled their bronze interpretation of the author on Tuesday to mark the 200th anniversary of her death. Happy Deathday, Jane Austen!
There have always been female fans of comics, even if the business hasn’t played to that audience very faithfully. But for a brief moment, teenage girls and young women were one of the biggest demos in the industry. Specifically, during the 1950s boom in passionate, dramatic, tear-stained romance comics.
Tough as it may be for the modern teen to believe, once upon a time—back in the technological dark ages—we did not have easy access to Google and anatomically detailed fan fiction and high-speed internet porn and slow-motion Tumblr GIFs to satisfy our consuming curiosity about the human body. Instead, we were forced…
As a teen, you could have read the wholesome Seventeen magazine for a lot of reasons. Maybe it was the tasteful fashion spreads pulled from mall outlets that were actual affordable. Or perhaps you memorized the stories from clean-cut boys on what they look for in a dream date. But for the more deranged among us, there…
Amelia Earhart embarked on her ill-fated, round-the-world flight 80 years ago and never returned. I feel fairly confident in saying that, despite any reports otherwise, she most likely died on an island in the Pacific as a castaway. However new evidence has emerged—like it does every year!!!—that she survived.
Welcome to the first installment of the Bonkbuster Summer Book Club, which is a couple of days late because we had to make a quick, dramatic trip to Gstaad for plot device reasons. Please pull out your tattered paperback copies of Shirley Conran’s Lace, a book that is not merely high camp, but rather stratospheric…
The Fourth of July is a time for fireworks, and also warnings about how fireworks are dangerous explosives to be handled carefully and definitely not after seven Miller Lites. But once upon a time—specifically, the dawn of the twentieth century—there was another associated worry: “Patriotic tetanus.”
Ah, Playgirl, an idea that despite being a perfect artifact of the 1970s was nevertheless before its time. (Its time being the point at which technology had advanced sufficiently to allow slow-motion pornographic GIFs on Tumblr.) How did such a thing come to be, how did it work, and where did it go?
Every day is a good day to thank God and the ghost of Upton Sinclair for modern consumer protection regulations, so that you can test out new types of makeup with a fair bit of confidence it won’t blind you.
GLOW, the new series from Netflix, explores in entertaining fashion a fascinating chapter in the history of women and pop culture. But while the real-life, glittery, campy Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling certainly popularized the idea of women in the ring, they weren’t the first.
Here’s a good one for fans of centuries-old gossip about dead people: A museum in Rome is hosting an exhibit that questions the scandalous centuries-old notion that a 15th century Vatican painting used a Borgia pope’s mistress as a model for the Madonna. Take that, you scurrilous rumor-mongers of the late 1400s!
A growing group of legislators is backing the creation of a new Smithsonian women’s history museum.
The home where Harry Houdini lived when he died in 1926 is currently for sale. It could become yours, assuming you can make $4.5 million appear out of thin air. Abracadabra!