Archive for January, 2018
Between Kylie Jenner pregnancy rumors and Stranger Things 2, no one really has or takes the time to research the person they “stan.” Hollywood and celebrity news is so fast; she did that, he said that. It’s exciting to follow. It’s some inconsequential banter to fill up our free time. Through coverage and their own content creation,
Grey’s Anatomy, a TV show with a reputation for addressing real-life social issues, seemed like it had exhausted its confrontation of these issues after its mid-season premiere last week, which included a domestic violence storyline and changed the portrayal of transgender characters. But the show kept tackling the issues and just took on police brutality and
The Greek goddess Diana is queen of the hunt and of nature. This poem is inspired by the chilling air outside and the metaphorical death of nature, as the leaves begin to fall and the frost starts inching in. The brilliance pierces holes in her flesh; she sews her silhouette Into the hazy fading patches.
the first boy that kissed me held my shoulders down like the handlebars of the first bicycle he ever rode i was five he had the smell of starvation on his lips which he picked up from his father feasting on his mother at 4 a.m. he was the first boy to teach me my
It is fascinating how anime is diverse these days. I’m sure most of us want to watch films that project real people, not just animation. However, when you watch some of the anime movies listed below, you’ll be hooked to these artworks — well, I hope so, at the very least. The art of animation
During the last season of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia, fans of the show were left in dismay, as the fate of Dennis Reynolds (Glenn Howerton) was left up in the air in an uncharacteristically tense season finale, “Dennis’ Double Life,” that saw Reynolds leave town upon discovering he had a son — Dennis Jr. It’s
This poem came to me spontaneously late at night, while I was huddled under every blanket I own. The house was chilly, and snow was falling lightly outside. Yet, I did not feel lonely at all. I only felt comfort, as if there was another presence in the room with me. That’s when I began
Recently on YouTube I was watching interviews with some of my favorite actors and an ad popped up for the upcoming film Love, Simon. It wasn’t an ad I could skip and by the end of it, my eyes had rolled practically all the way to the back of my head. As an openly queer woman,
On Jan. 20, 2018, I attended my first Women’s March in Los Angeles. The community I felt with nearly a million strangers was a new feeling — foreign but familiar at the same time. The sense of belonging motivated me to jot down a few lines about my experience. I dedicate this to every participant
I wrote this poem as quick as one breathes. Having lived in Spain for a few months, I realized I am always searching, unconsciously, for someone with whom I can go back home at night. My parents always tell me to text them once I am in my room, no matter the hour. I know
Just hours ago, Logan Paul returned to YouTube by posting a video titled “Suicide: Be Here Tomorrow.” I took the time to watch the video, only so I could write an article about it. Throughout the video, Logan Paul tries to make it seem like a documentary about suicide to provide information on the topic
