Now that 2012 is over, it's always interesting to look back and see what our favorite Hollywood couples have been doing in the romance department and make some predictions of what will happen in the year to come.
A recent poll in Britain shows that even divorcees feel that getting divorced is too easy. Maybe it's because I'm an American, but I beg to differ.
At 43, RZA has crafted a unique spot in the world of hip-hop, a prolific producer with an idiosyncratic worldview influenced by the disparate cultures of rap and Kung fu.
Have you heard the news yet? I am absolutely brimming with excitement for Kanye West and Kim Kardashian and their new little "Kash Kow" (thanks to some random Kanye Twitter follower for that bit of brilliance). Kimye is going to have a Bay-Bay.
Rather than offer any grand resolutions that won't clear or share my ignorant perspective on life on the Fiscal Cliff, here's an eclectic playlist for this New Year's Eve.
Well, since the world never ended and we're all still here, it's about time we started thinking about how to bring in the New Year. Some of you have had an elaborately planned night out on the books for months now, some of you are pulling the last minute scramble to rally your friends and find something relatively cost-effective (and far, far away from Times Square), and some of you are planning on completely winging it that night. Regardless of how far along our plans are, we will all end up doing the same things -- drinking, dancing, and listening to music as the world celebrates its only universal holiday.
This year was rife with some great and relatively diverse popular music, and it's time we give some artistic cred not just to the capital-A Artistes who care not for the embrace of the masses but to the hit makers who have probably shaped the future of wedding receptions for decades to come.
The best songs of 2012 did more than please listeners' ears; they also advanced the genres they represented, whether it was pop, hip hop, rock, EDM or whatever we're calling Fiona Apple's music these days.
So how does a viral hit parlay its success into something that lasts longer than a head cold? "You don't," Ryder Ripps, co-founder of Long Island City agency OKFocus, told us.
Salvatore Pane's debut novel, Last Call in the City of Bridges, follows Michael Bishop, a hard-drinking, video-game-playing, dead-end-job-toiling 25-year-old who's about to meet his match in Ivy Chase, a pastor's daughter.
How can children these days avoid being infected with this "disease" when, thanks to the wired world they live in, the majority of messages they receive venerate and encourage narcissism?
This week, I turn 28-years-old, which means it's time to reevaluate life and consider how everything's going to change in my maturity.
The surfacing of sex tapes among people in Hollywood has become so common that some tapes are leaked as a marketing strategy to advance or establish fame.
One hundred and forty characters provide a powerful weapon in the hands of 17-year-old Chicago rapper Chief Keef. But then again, so does his music.
In the case of DJ Khaled, I've often wondered whether he may have been born with ten or so exclamation points after his name. His latest venture and sixth studio album, Kiss the Ring, probably strengthens my theory.
No longer under the watchful eye of God, youth often use lyrics and beats of artists like Kanye West and Jay-Z to spark their spiritual flame.