Let’s get ready to mumble!
Everybody needs a little macabre in their life.
Trigger Warning: this book does have a rape scene
It was a Saturday in late July, and I was far too sick to go outside to get the farmer’s tan I had been promising myself since winter. With yet another shitty Jurassic Park sequel hitting the theaters, I figured I would watch the decent original for the first time since I was young enough to actually know the names of the film’s unwitting, dinosaurian villains. I quickly realized that the film was essentially a rehashing of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein: a one-dimensional warning that what we “ought” and “can” do aren’t exactly one in the same.
I love pants. Jeans, chinos, joggers – you name it, I wear it. The allure of showing off my prize-winning calves in a pair of shorts on a hot summer day pales in comparison to the way my denim-clad string bean legs contrast with the crisp golden hues of Fordham’s fall foliage. Personally, I like to cuff the legs of my pants twice; one cuff would cause my trousers to ride low on my ankles and awkwardly graze my Stan Smiths, but three cuffs would expose too much ankle, thereby compromising my warmth and masculinity. All cuffs aside, the headphones I hold in my left pocket are the most crucial component of any walk around campus I have ever found myself on, and nine times out of ten I could have been found listening to the same genre: anti-pop.
If you are a theatre nerd, such as myself, you know that one of the best parts about living in New York is going to see Broadway shows. While most of the shows out on Broadway now are great, there are a few in particular that have really blown me away. So, here is my guide to the best shows on Broadway.
Some of you may know that I have been a little MIA (sorry Claire, I truly love you) here at the paper for the past semester because I was studying abroad in Reims, France. So I figured it was about time I shared with everyone what I learned, and it all starts with one decadent dessert beverage: hot chocolate.
Honestly, I’m shocked these two albums ever came out in the first place, but here we are, and the results are mixed. Both albums were debuted via listening parties live-streamed on WAV, an app that I’d never heard of before Kanye tweeted about it.
“Album of the year contender every year,” Pusha T boasted back in 2016 on a single that was originally intended for his third album. However, since his first solo album My Name is My Name in 2013, Pusha has only released three albums in six years and the last one, King Push—Darkest Before Dawn: The Prelude, came out in 2015.