When I was a tween, my mother gave me a shower radio. It was a tiny, hot-pink plastic cube, and it blasted Z100 from low-quality speakers—I loved it. But it wasn’t built to last, and I forgot about shower radios, relying in recent years on my phone to keep me entertained while I shaved my legs. This is a dangerous habit—the iPhone may be “water-resistant” but it’s not waterproof. So I’ve returned to my old favorite, this time selecting a more durable and high-tech option from Sangean. It’s got AM and FM stations as well as Bluetooth connection, and a foldable handle that you can dangle from your showerhead. It’s brought a discotheque vibe to my bathing routine, and in these dark times, I’m especially grateful. ($112, amazon.com) —Clementine Ford

Wallpaper used to be a serious commitment. Now, thanks to Wallshoppe’s removable peel-and-stick panels, it can be as temporary or eternal as one likes. This Los Angeles–based purveyor has just unveiled a collaboration with New York artist Carly Beck that shows off her hand-painted animals, which are often cheekily dressed in designer fashion, as well as her lush florals and botanicals. I’m partial to the Montaigne stripe for a bathroom, and the Pet Portrait Gallery print for a bedroom wall. But the beauty of this collection is that changing one’s mind is not only acceptable—it’s encouraged. And it’s an ideal way to change things up on the home front, in a time when we’ve never needed novelty more. ($58 per removable 27-inch-by-54-inch panel, wallshoppe.com) —Ashley Baker

The line “People used to dress up on planes” has become an Internet trope—a metonym for the out-of-touch cultural critic. Stretchy pants for a long flight is just common sense. And while I will admit to an appreciation for old airline glamour (after all, I did attend the opening night of the TWA Hotel), my obsession is mainly centered around the graphic design, branding, and—oh, yeah—the food. The Instagram account @airnostalgie, devoted entirely to airline memorabilia, is a veritable playground for anyone who shares these fascinations: matchboxes, Art Deco posters, and seafood dinners abound. Meanwhile, I’ve almost buried an early-20s memory of my fellow Aeroflot passengers passing around a plastic bag of meat. Almost. (instagram.com) —Daisy Alioto

It’s tempting to sum it up as The Golden Girls meets The Group. Meryl Streep is deeply funny as a highly mannered writer intent on producing a sequel to her Pulitzer Prize–winning novel. Candice Bergen is a hoot as her oldest college friend, a bitter, down-on-her-alimony blonde making do selling lingerie. And Dianne Wiest is eccentrically sweet and erratic as their more gullible, do-gooder friend. But it would be a disservice to describe Let Them All Talk, a new Steven Soderbergh movie that debuts on HBO Max next week, as a comedy or satire—even though it takes place on a crossing (not a cruise) aboard the Queen Mary 2. Author Deborah Eisenberg, who wrote the screenplay, has created a humane, small-bore drama with a wicked sense of humor. It’s not like anything else, really, and, best of all, here’s another thing it’s not: a Nancy Meyers movie. (December 10, hbomax.com) —Alessandra Stanley