Throughout this whole ordeal, I’ve been shocked by how much casual indifference there has by on the parts of so many to this crisis based on the belief that it “only” affects other people. Many have expressed the desire to continue about their daily lives or semester without interruption, even if that endangers the lives of many in their communities. The navel-gazing is not exclusive to Gen Z and millennials, as many on twitter and the in the media have suggest. Brueghel’s and Auden’s works are testaments that these attitudes have been common throughout history, whether it be eighty or five hundred years ago.
It used to be that when I thought about “instagrammable” NYC food, all I thought of was form-over-function, overpriced, and under portioned dishes that make a well-lit pic from an influencer the best way to enjoy them. If all of this seems unappealing, book a Ram Van (a day in advance!) and head over to Levain Bakery legitimately as soon as possible.
For a lot of students prior to the year 2020, the thought of going to school was a nightmare. More precisely, the act of waking up at the crack of dawn, racing to the bathroom and brushing your teeth, shoving two slices of bread down your throat to then hurl yourself into a classroom with people you barely liked was nauseating… and yet, there is something about this traditional style of education that I miss so much.
Fuck. That’s the only word appropriate right now, in all honesty. Ruth Bader Ginsburg passed away last week at the age of 87.
“Close your eyes and go to your happy place.” If you instinctively recoiled at that sentence, know that I feel your repulsion and understand it.
“These are strange and unprecedented times.” “I hope you’re staying safe.” “We’re all in this together!” Blah, blah, blah. Yeah, well, that’s not gonna stop me from calling out an asshole when I see one.
Earlier this month, the nation marked the nineteenth anniversary of the September 11, 2001, terror attacks with our usual solemnity, care, and grief. Photos of the burning World Trade Center were once again splashed across social media, lest anyone get the impression that they had forgotten the event which so scarred our collective consciousness.
Move over Lexapro; there’s a new antidepressant in town, and her name is Clairo. I listened to her religiously over the summer, because the apocalypse hurts a little less when you’re listening to mellow bedroom pop beats.
Forty-six years ago, Italian-born French singer, Nino Ferrer, the “Don Quixote of French Show Business” released Nino and Radiah et Led Sud. In this album, Ferrer, along with Radiah Frye, who accompanies him on the tracks, explores an idealized American South.
In an alternate universe where animals speak and live amongst humans, a horse with depression and substance abuse problems lives in Hollywood. Bojack Horseman, a 50-year-old, has-been television star from the 90’s messily deals with life in a way that was surprisingly relatable for me, given our obvious differences.
Disney faced a resurgence of backlash over controversies surrounding the live-action Mulan movie after it was made available on Disney+.