The romantasy-comedy-fable ‘Wicker’ hits theaters this week, but it has been a source of horny internet fascination for months, due largely to the fact that it stars Alexander Skarsgård as a man made entirely of wicker, complete with a rock-hard wicker dick that catapults Olivia Colman into paroxysms of bed-breaking ecstasy. But what about the splinters? Bacteria? Degradation? Would it be advisable, from a sexual-health perspective, to mount a basket dick? Rachel Handler calls up Dr. Lauren Streicher — professor of obstetrics and gynecology at Northwestern University, sexual health and menopause expert, and author of multiple books on women’s health — to find out: nymag.visitlink.me/kAGkKB

Just learned the 15k bird toy store owner is also the author of “Dragons Love Tacos” and everything clicked into place for me, I sank through the earth’s crust to the bubbling lava core of loathesome millennial cringe bullshit and it whispered my name. Woke up drenched in sweat

Most distance runners would shudder at the thought of grinding away on a machine so boring it has earned the nickname “dreadmill.” But for Vinny Mauri, the treadmill turned out to be far more than the workout machine of last resort. Read more: on.wsj.com/47fVju8