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For most of my life, I’ve enjoyed blissful, refreshing sleep. Once I hit 30, things changed. Suddenly, I could no longer self-regulate my temperature at night. Almost overnight, I went from glorious, restful sleep to ripping off my sweat-soaked sheets and changing my pajamas in the middle of the night. I woke up each morning dehydrated, confused and desperately searching for relief. I tried everything: cooling sheets , blankets, you name it. While they worked fine for the non-summer months, they did nothing for me in sweltering temperatures. Eventually, I began looking at proper bed cooling systems . One specific product, known as the Sleep.me Chilipad , caught my eye. The prospect of lying on a network of cooling water tunnels sounded like something out of science fiction, but I was willing to try anything by that point. And folks, I’m so glad I made the leap. Here’s my experience testing the Chilipad—and why I’m a customer for life. VIA MERCHANT We Tried...

Another season, another Jellycat collection! While the weather may have finally started to warm up, the Jellycat team has been thinking ahead to the cooler months. Dropping ahead of autumn, the fall 2026 Jellycat collection brings with it nine new pals, all with a fun forest vibe. If you’re anything like us, you’re already planning your purchases ahead of the June 16 launch . Like the rest of the Jellycat family, these nature-inspired pals look positively cozy to cuddle—just check out that fuzzy signature fabric! As with the Summer Jellycat collection , we expect these to sell out fast. If you fall in love with a specific Jelly, plan to pop it in your cart on launch day! What are the fall Jellycats? Boasting botanical details, the cuddly critters from the newest fall Jellycat collection are channeling nature. This new crop of Jellies features forest-themed friends like a hiking Bartholomew and a peanut yeti. There’s even a sweet little s’mores duo! We poll...

If I have a fatal flaw , it is that I need to be right—especially when someone else is wrong. As a child, I was an absolute menace about correcting people, and in case you’re wondering whether that’s a great way to make friends, I can confirm it is not. So as I got older, I learned to bite my tongue. Sometimes literally. Tasting a little blood and having friends is preferable to the alternative, because quite often, being right is not worth the social cost. Take a recent dinner party where a friend confidently announced that we only use 10% of our brains. Just said it, like it’s a fact. It is not a fact. As a science writer who has covered this topic, I could feel my eye beginning to twitch. This is one of the most thoroughly debunked health myths—brain scans show activity across virtually the entire brain—and yet here it was, being delivered with complete confidence over dessert. I managed to stay quiet for approximately 45 seconds before I could...

Sports memorabilia is big business. Can you think of another market where someone’s sweaty old gym shorts could fetch thousands, even millions, of dollars? It happens all the time, and now there’s news of another big-ticket item that’s hitting the auction block. Nope, it’s not an Air Jordan sneaker or an NFL star’s Super Bowl ring. This piece of sports history is even bigger. What’s up for sale this month is a jersey that belonged to an absolute legend—not just of his game, but of all sports and all time. When I was a kid, my buddy had a poster of him on his bedroom wall. As an athlete myself (albeit a little lacking in the discipline, let alone talent, to make it to the bigs), I looked at it all the time, wondering how someone so young could be such a huge star. Who is this mystery person, what did he accomplish and why is his jersey expected to fetch that astronomical price at auction ? Read on to find out all the details, and get that checkb...

I have buttoned thousands of shirts in my life. Maybe tens of thousands. (I am a mom of five.) I am a grown adult with multiple degrees and a functioning brain, and yet the first time I grabbed my husband’s flannel to throw on before walking the dog, I stood there for a full 30 seconds, brow furrowed, hands fumbling like I’d never encountered a button before. Why did it feel so strange? Was I having a stroke? No. I was just experiencing one of the most common and most casually accepted little fashion quirks : the fact that buttons and zippers are on opposite sides depending on whether the clothing is designed for men or women. I don’t know how, in all my years of dressing myself, I’d never noticed it before. Men’s buttons and zippers go on the right side; women’s go on the left. It’s so standard that we rarely think to ask why or even notice it, and yet once you start pulling on that thread, you end up in a surprisingly interesting tangle of his...