Feb 11, 2021
How Dungeons & Dragons Helped Me Make Sense of My Mania
The simplicity and certainty of the game was precisely what I needed. Who was I to refuse the guarantee of a certain reality?
The simplicity and certainty of the game was precisely what I needed. Who was I to refuse the guarantee of a certain reality?
Priyanka Bose on How Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir Helped Her Overcome Loneliness
When your youth is marked so clearly, by a crisp sailor collar and the deep pleats of your skirt, everyone feels like they deserve a piece of it, of you.
If we had left Venezuela, it had to be because life in America was going to be better, but the BSC world didn’t seem inherently better—just different.
There is something freeing about being in a ballroom full of people singing about how we all deserve to feel a love that reverberates through the walls of our body.
That first time I heard it, the music was so catchy and the words were so ridiculous that I threw my head back and laughed. I opened the curtains that had been closed for a month.
For my generation of fans, Naito embodies our time and our struggles. The closest thing he has to a superpower is survival.
I imagine she wrote it for women like me. Women who wear their hearts on their sleeves but hold their hands over their mouths.
Guy Fieri allowed me to ask: who do I fear noise and brightness for? Who do I fear food for? And he gave me the answer: I fear it for myself.
Wrestling never stops, so I couldn’t stop, and thus I am still here.
Suddenly, miraculously, it was no longer dismay that I felt. It was freedom. It was Death doffing its blackness and revealing itself to me as life.
I know that their lips are touching, and that this is the first time it’s ever happened on a free-to-air telenovela.
Girl power was the freedom to make a scene, make no sense, join together and make something irresistible, spectacular, unproductive, joyful, and to radically claim one another.
I relate to what Springsteen sings because he reveals much of the American Dream as an intoxicating illusion.
The violence of the moment, conveyed in shades of melancholy purple, is bleak even for a cartoon. But it’s also honest.
“Manson’s magical proximity to massacres of gun violence is, we know, not magical. His practice is prismatic, his lyrics a sieve.”
As an autistic child, I scrambled to figure out when my passions became too overbearing, too ‘me’ for other people.
“Being a funny girl like Fanny continues to skew the way I see myself.”
Remembering the online world of gay chat rooms in the digital moment before social media.
