Besides waking up early and late capitalism, what is it that makes every girlboss go a little weak in the knees? You guessed it—the high-pressure injection of water, sand, and various chemicals underground.
When TikTok became flooded with All Things Election, a period of about four days ‘fore the 3rd, it was not a pretty sight.
During quarantine, we defied The Social Dilemma’s expectations with our newfound cosmic boredom. You thought we were addicted to our phones then? Oh, just you wait and see…
I still don’t quite understand what “pod culture” is. And I know that I am definitely not alone in this.
Here are some horror-comedies, staggering in their brilliance or terribleness alike, for your essential viewing. Because we’ll all be in need of a laugh as well as a scare this Halloween.
These restaurants served as our haven from cultural emaciation—not just in terms of the food they served, but who served, curated, and managed it, as well.
We can’t wander around searching for the locus of social activity, because there is none. Every group of friends is on their own.
The 17-minute powerhouse functions, more than anything else, as a bleak yet ultimately hopeful portrait of history — of an era in which hope was the only way out.
Armed with an infinite supply of striped long-sleeves, clanky wallet chains, and palpably burdensome chips on their shoulders, e-boys everywhere descended from their heavens and rose from their hells.
The implacable pop-punk sellout act known as Green Day released their thirteenth studio album last week. It is eloquently titled “Father of All Motherfuckers”. You might have missed it — I know I surely almost did. Both content and aesthetic-wise, the album is about what you’d expect from a man who would name his child …