Today, everyone seems to think they can be an entertainment journalist. As long as you have a mini microphone, mediocre jokes, and decent following, the job requirements are filled. There’s no need to actually watch the films diligently or ask any real questions when your goal for the night is a viral clip and some high-quality Getty Images to brag about at brunch…
Like many girls who turned three in 2007, I watched Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses like it was a requirement. The sisters mesmerized me—their steps light and delicate, but their personalities bright and bold. I would bounce around my living room trying to mimic their moves, matching their faces, and pretending that I had my own brightly colored dress. There, in front of my TV, I was a ballerina, too…
On Thanksgiving last year, I ended up in the psych ward. Not intentionally—though I’m not sure many purposefully seek out cutting up their food with only a spoon—but as a true New Englander, I needed my daily iced coffee, and my usual Dunkin’ was closed for the occasion. The map said my mobile pickup was a 10-minute walk near Tufts Medical Center. Half an hour of circling later, I found the Dunkin’ inside, wedged between the emergency room and the psych ward. Even the asylum runs on Dunkin’, I suppose…
Within popular culture, there is a perceived notion that books are special, that they are inherently different from other commodities available on the mass market. Ideas like this are perpetuated by social narratives of class and status. Historically, literature has been seen as a higher art form, reserved for the privileged few…
One of my favorite pastimes is reading the parents guide section of IMDb. I love scrolling through the descriptions of sex, drugs, violence, and profanity that parents have diligently written in hopes of protecting innocent children from the real world…
If you’ve been on the internet for the past two months, you’ve probably heard of the Heated Rivalry Rave. I first noticed the phenomenon over winter break, when a video came up on my feed…
I knew I had a problem when I was convulsing on the bathroom floor, hunched over, holding my stomach in pain. I had rewatched a video of a chubby kid trying to do a backflip at least 20 times…
As a society, we have lost the art of true music journalism. Big statement, I know, but I stand by it. Now we can sit here and discuss interviewers who are successful and known for their work, but successful doesn’t equal high-quality…
Any good marriage to live music demands the inevitable affair with Ticketmaster. Since 2021, I have been inching steadily closer to the milestone of 200 live musical performances, having personally attended shows ranging from King Crimson’s final tour, four Clairo concerts, 10 Phish concerts, two Tyler, The Creator concerts, and shamefully, Undertale LIVE and Machine Gun Kelly performances…