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.
“Miyazaki tells us something about bodies in flux: There is no easy answer; only the conflict, the question.”
What if the grief never gets better? What if I don’t want it to?
Elton John and lyricist Bernie Taupin collaborated to create timeless pop songs during the 1970s.
Thirteen regenerations of one Doctor over the course of a very long, very interesting life.
I turned my stereo all the way down to barely audible volumes, convinced Trent Reznor’s singing was a subliminal message.
