Suki Waterhouse talks ‘Milk Teeth,’ touring with Father John Misty, ‘Wuthering Heights’

He was one of the most popular teen idols in the history of entertainment. As the star of the 1970s hit TV series, The Partridge Family, he rocketed to fame and then died too young.

Choosing a wedding dress is probably one of the most important tasks during the planification and organization of a wedding. The dress must be in harmony with the rest of the mood of the ceremony, and represent, to the greatest extent possible, the actual style of the bride. ...

Which road leads to heaven? Is it the righteous road or the honest one? The cautious one or the blind one? The positive or the negative? It can’t be the positive one, for life is not always positive, and negativity, at times, will be honesty, and honesty is truth. But is truth heaven? Truth can be hell. But surely blindness can’t be heaven. We live what we see and nothing else. If you don’t see it, it never happened. So, can heaven be in one’s head? Can we make it up? Now, we have another problem. Knowing that heaven is in our heads makes the imaginary heaven hell because humans like to see the truth. We love to know and be in control.

David Foster Wallace’s The Broom of the System was published in 1987. But a couple of nights ago I read a passage that struck me as incredibly prescient and induced me to ruminate extensively on one of the concepts it sets forth. And, no, I’m not writing this article just to signal that I am reading David Foster Wallace, nor that I am reading one of his more obscure books. Indeed, it seems every aspirant American intellectual of the past 20 years has Wallace’s 1,000-page magnum opus, Infinite Jest, sitting on their bookshelf, most likely collecting dust. Let’s be honest, Infinite Jest is kind of passé at this point, and “reading” it (if anyone really reads it cover to cover) is more virtue-signaling than a reflection of engagement with the contents of the book. Broom of the System, on the other hand, is a quirky choice — one that reflects a certain depth and richness of intellect, without being performative. But I digress.

That’s right, baby — I’m back with another one! And this time, with The 1975 resurfacing as that band, I’m here to tell everyone what your favorite album by the band says about you. As an OG The 1975 fan (that’s right, I was wearing my box t-shirt at 12 years old), I have more than just the authority to judge each one of you for your favorite album, I have the right. So strap in and strap up, because I have some intel for you.

I am a woman of many, many words. I am one of those extroverts who will talk on and on, infinitely and endlessly, until the cows come home and I exhaust my fellow man. Talking is my preferred pastime, one of my foremost skills and one of my favorite bonding activities. Some people talk to communicate; I communicate to talk.