Ginny Hogan

2 months ago | elitedaily.com | Ginny Hogan

It has been 22 years since the beloved 2003 rom-com How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days came out. I recently rewatched it — a ritual I partake in whenever I want to go back in time. I always find happy endings comforting, but I find them especially comforting when they remind me how relaxed I was in middle school, when I didn’t have to pay rent or anything. After my most recent watch, I’ve realized there’s something we’re not talking about enough: Andie wasn't trying all that hard to get Ben to dump her.

2 months ago | lithub.com | Ginny Hogan

Only one storyline in The White Lotus Season Three has anything resembling a happy ending: childhood friends Laurie, Jacklyn, and Kate finally rekindle their lifelong love for each other after a week of backstabbing and gossip. The viewer is left with no doubt that the three will continue to talk shit about each other until death do they part, but by the same token, the viewer has no doubts that they’ll be in touch for the rest of their lives.

2 months ago | mcsweeneys.net | Ginny Hogan

Everyone looks to the stock market to figure out if we’re heading into a recession. Sure, it has some info—for example, the market right now would tell us we definitely are—but that’s not the only recession warning sign we should be on the lookout for. If you know where to train your eyes, you’ll realize recession indicators are all around us. For example, any of the following might be a red flashing light: Taylor Swift starts a perfume line.

2 months ago | mutual.substack.com | Ginny Hogan

The other day, I needed to pee at a Home Depot. The women’s bathroom was closed for cleaning, so I went in the men’s. I typically use whichever bathroom has the shorter line (it’s 2025!). Occasionally, someone will tell me I’m in the wrong one, but I go ahead anyway. No one ever stops me. It’s 2025! And it’s not like I pause to stare at the penises. I try to avoid looking, if at all possible. I’m very quick. I do it man-style, which is to say, I don’t even wash my hands. This time was different.

Mar 14, 2025 | thecut.com | Ginny Hogan

Photo: CBS Photo Archive/Getty Images I make my husband breakfast every morning. Even worse: I bring it to him. And when he’s working from home, lunch too. Maybe an afternoon snack. I don’t just do it — I insist upon it. If you’d told me ten years ago that I’d one day take full responsibility for feeding an adult man, I would have gagged, possibly cried, and reaffirmed my commitment to never getting married. It all started two years ago when we moved in together.