Old Fashioned Week is coming to an end.  Before it’s over, however, I want to celebrate with one of my favorite, lesser-known Old Fashioned variations — a pleasingly complex, easy-drinking riff that involves multiple bottles of scotch, a tiny bit of dark rum, and honey syrup. It’s sweet, smoky, and vaguely nautical without quite coming off as pirate-y, which is fitting, since it was the drink of choice for one Charles Horatio "

In a patriarchal society, we spend far more time playing marriage games and talking about princesses and generally socializing girls to be compliant and unquestioning than we do teaching them about how to have good relationships. No wonder so many of us end up in bad relationships. In many cases, the very behaviors we’ve been told to seek out are actually significant red flags. It’s not on women to end misogyny or abuse.

When Alexander Hodge showed up in the Coachella scene of HBO’s “Insecure,” eyebrows raised. The actress and creator of HBO’s “Insecure” had already been canceled for a chapter in her 2015 book “The Misadventures of Awkward Girl.” Speaking about the dating obstacles that African-American women and Asian men deal with (specifically considering African-American men and Asian women are more likely to be open to interracial dating), the actress said, “This is why I propose that black women and Asian men join forces in love, marriage and procreation.

I really like Dancing Gnome brewery. The Pittsburgh-area brewery makes a lot of different beers and does it exceedingly well. I also feel like Dancing Gnome directly mirrors my evolution as a beer nerd. I went from being hazy-obsessed, giddily chasing down weekly New England-style IPA releases. And now, I’m at a spot where I appreciate nuance, drinkability, and tradition more than I ever did. (Do I still love hazy IPAs?

More from Hung Up this month: Challengerspromo budget going crazy, things you might not need but maybe want, and a Club Chalamet update and an update to the Club Chalamet update.Mea Culpa New release Well. Tyler Perry’s Netflix movie is about a lawyer named Mea clearing the name of an artist (Trevante Rhodes) with a missing girlfriend. I was mumbling and cackling. It makes no sense in bold and radical ways: sex on a bedsheet covered in paint?