Two hundred and seventy-seven days ago, Kristin Cavallari commenced work on her debut book, Balancing in Heels (formerly titled Balancing on Heels—Kristin’s first choice of title). At the time, she said the tome would encompass “really just everything” in her life. Many are still wondering what that means, but today Kristin offered a clue.

A few things come to mind when one thinks of Niall Horan: One Direction; the name Niall; the surname Horan. What about James Bond, though? Did you ever think maybe James Bond should come to mind when you think about Niall Horan? If no, you disagree with James Bond himself—007.

Us Weekly exclusively reported this morning that Serena Williams is dating Reddit co-founder Alexis Ohanian. A joke? You’d be forgiven for thinking that, but “Exclusive: Serena Williams Is Dating Alexis Ohanian, the Co-Founder of Reddit” appears to be as real as any other Us Weekly post. It’s nestled on the website right in between “Khloe Kardashian Cuts Off Her Long Hair, Gets Lob” and “Russell Brand Slams Ex-Wife Katy Perry’s ‘Vapid’ Lifestyle.” Serena Williams Dating Reddit Guy. Okay.

Kristin Cavallari, whose debut book Balancing in Heels (formerly titled Balancing on Heels) is shuffling toward a bookstore near you, recently sat down with PopSugar for an interview about her life. Ever wonder what Kristin and her husband Jay Cutler do on date night?

This post is not about what you think would be the worst way to die. This post is about what I think would be the worst way to die, which is this: burning to death at Tahj Mowry’s Halloween party while dressed as an alpaca.

It turns out Netflix really is going through with The Ridiculous 6, the Adam Sandler western that attracted a lot of attention for the wrong reasons earlier this year when Native American extras walked off the set after being subjected to demeaning stereotypes. In a shocking development, Netflix would rather not remind you of all of that stuff.

Despite the fact that the two had an “affectionate” coffee date in the presence of paparazzi two months ago, Halle Berry and her French husband of two years Olivier Martinez are officially divorcing. The tabloids have long predicted that the couple would split, so congratulations to them.

Kristin Cavallari—designer of shoes, jewelry, and a lifestyle that might ambitiously and generously be termed “natural”—posted a photo of a new pair of shoes she designed on Instagram today. Guess what: These shoes got zippers.

This guy from the movie Burnt says he cooks, too. Yeah right!

Since the image of James Bond was first spotted on a beak-spouted jug c. 1802–1575 B.C., old white guys have given interviews to the Daily Mail wherein they state the character should be played by a straight white guy exclusively. This time: Roger Moore.

Below, a photo of Kristin Cavallari making out with a giraffe in 2013.

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Many people are excited about the forthcoming unauthorized biography of Beyoncé, written by prolific writer of unauthorized biographies J. Randy Taraborrelli. But others are probably not excited, including Beyoncé, Jay Z and Jonathan Hay, the ex-Rihanna publicist who concocted the story that Rihanna and Jay Z slept together.

As a press release from Noble Communications on behalf of Hoover® revealed this week, Kristin Cavallari loves her Hoover® Cordless Vacuum. Her admiration for the cordless vac is so strong, in fact, that Kristin did an interview with a local Baltimore TV station about it.

Jennifer Lawrence’s essay about Hollywood’s gender pay gap is quickly becoming a very popular way for idiot shit people to say regrettable things out loud, right out of their stupid mouths. David O. Russell, director of several mediocre Oscar winners, is the most recent shit person to do so.

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Stonewall was a travesty, and Looking was canceled to many gay men’s dismay, but gay pop culture is thriving in 2015, provided you know where to find it. This year gave us Peter Strickland’s brilliant The Duke of Burgundy. (On the trans side of things many would also use the word “brilliant” to describe Sean Baker’s trans sex-worker comedy Tangerine, though the love people profess for that film boggles my mind.) Uptown, MoMA is currently running Stephen Winter’s exploration of race, sexuality, and exploitation, Jason and Shirley, while downtown at the IFC Center, Sebastián Silva’s gay-not-gay Nasty Baby opens tomorrow.

Daniel Craig has made it abundantly clear that he no longer gives a single fuck about the James Bond franchise or his role in it, for which he was handsomely paid. However, he still has to answer questions about it on one last press tour. It is a pleasure to watch.

Jeremy Renner, semi-recognizable professional pretender who once crashed a wedding, stayed for an hour, and refused to take photographs with the bride and groom, has something to say about attempting to close the gender pay gap: “that’s not my job.” Go on...

Nasty Baby, the latest movie from Brooklyn-based Chilean director Sebastián Silva (The Maid, Crystal Fairy), is one of the low-key weirdest things I’ve seen all year. In a Fassbinder-esque turn, Silva plays an artist character named Freddy who’s attempting to have a baby with his boyfriend Mo (Tunde Adebimpe) and their friend Polly (Kristen Wiig). Shot at Silva’s own Fort Greene apartment, Nasty Baby (named after an art piece Freddy is working on) feels like a little slice of modern privileged life until a turf war breaks out between Freddy and an older, mentally unstable black man on the block named the Bishop (Reg E. Cathey). Tension escalates and explodes in a final-act shocker that some will find to be a jarring tone shift.