Kat Rosenfield

New York socialite Belle Burden wrote a memoir about the collapse of her marriage, but seems to have exaggerated her financial woes. Her fans support her anyway, writes Kat Rosenfield.

Feminists think the horror film is about the toxicity of the Nice Guy; the manosphere argues that it proves women are crazy. But it's much deeper and better than that.

It was supposed to be about a happy relationship—but when her heart got broken, she rewrote her lyrics for a generation cynical about love.

The comedian won the Mark Twain Prize last night because, like every recipient, he's not afraid of pissing everyone off.

The movie hasn't flopped because people don't like female superheroes. It flopped because it's awful.

They’ll plan your funeral, navigate medically assisted dying laws, and keep you company at the end. Death doulas are on the rise, across America—and I spoke to some of them about why.

At first, it was “Who among us hasn't gotten a regrettable tattoo while drunk?” Then it became “Who among us has not assaulted his lover during a home invasion?”

Olivia Wilde’s new movie seems like another millennial ode to polyamory. But it’s actually something much messier, writes Kat Rosenfield.

As a writer of murder mysteries, I often joke that making these stories believable requires making them profoundly unrealistic — simply because

Teen pregnancy is at record lows. Defunding prevention programs isn't a sinister plot—it's sensible.