How dare the cricket team eat burgers hours before the big game!
All this news coverage is taking its toll.
An assassin details his years-long obsession with an unnamed man.
In 2007, a boy came on my tights at a house party and then abruptly stopped talking to me—and I've been obsessed with him ever since.
Pop culture's conflation of love and obsession is screwing up our real-life relationships.
Maybe you "like" soda, but you ain't seen nothing until you've visited Pat Reidy's over-the-top domain of Coca-Cola worship in Veracruz, Mexico. This is obsession.
Pop stars are now opting to disable comments and privatize their accounts — if we can't control our fandom, should we lose our privileges?