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(10/31/13 9:12am)
Remember when they made a movie about Whoopi Goldberg as a nightclub–singer–turned–nun on the run from the mob and it was the greatest thing you had ever seen? Remember when they did it again? Based loosely on a true story, “Sister Act 2: Back in the Habit” combines gospel music, dancing nuns and the ever–amazing Maggie Smith (“Downton Abbey”) into one of those rare moments when the sequel is better than the original.
(09/12/13 9:00am)
Being gay isn't easy. Neither is being a woman. For a school that prides itself so much on its robust LGBT community, Penn's queer scene seems to be running low on ladies.
(03/21/13 11:16pm)
(03/21/13 10:00am)
“Oh my god, I have to tell you about the blowjob I got the other day,” drag queen Miss Karma tells me in her apartment as she lines my lips with red pencil. “He put a Listerine strip in his mouth. Whoa. It was intense.” I spend the next two hours getting plucked, brushed, lashed, teased and tucked by Miss Karma, or Brendan, as he’s known out of drag. Neither persona shies away from subjects that might make the uninitiated uncomfortable, as Brendan continues to tell me about Miss Karma’s sexy, Hot Topic Barbie doll image. After putting the final touches on my makeup, Brendan helps me slide into a slinky peach dress and pins an electric blue wig on my head. I get the first glimpse of myself in the mirror in full face and, damn, I look hot. It’s only that… I look unrecognizable. I am a completely different person, a clean slate. Caking layers upon layers of cosmetics on my face has washed away my identity. It’s both troubling and comforting. I can be anybody I want to be.
(02/13/13 10:00am)
Luckily, the food at the Pub On Passyunk East speaks for itself, because the staff certainly doesn’t. Save for one nice but overeager waitress, the employees at this South Philly gastropub were impossible to find or speak with. Even entering the restaurant proved to be a nightmare, fraught with complications from an overzealous doorman. While it might be a fine place to grab a cold beer and watch a hockey game, an appealing night out it is not.
(11/05/12 10:24am)
Fare
2028 Fairmount Ave.
(215) 639–3063
Fairmount
(09/20/12 9:45am)
Admit it, you liked “Call Me Maybe.” Even if you hated yourself for it (and couldn’t admit it publicly), you found that little summer song to be catchier than you could believe. Nobody, myself included, expected Carly Rae Jepsen to be more than a one–hit wonder.
(09/13/12 9:19am)
It was 2 a.m. when I got off the plane in Kolkata, India, and immediately I noticed two things: the heat, which was almost suffocating, and the condition of the airport, which consisted of only two gates. It was entirely different from even the airport in Delhi, which was about as upscale as you can get. I was paralyzed with fear. I didn’t even know the name of the person picking me up from the airport, but we somehow found each other and I made it to my home for the next six weeks. I promptly laid in bed for the next three hours having an anxiety attack because I knew no one and I was miles away from home. I’d only really felt like this once before in my life, and it was the day I moved into Penn.
(04/05/12 9:47am)
The brainchild of Joss Whedon, The Cabin in the Woods artfully redefines horror films in an awe–inspiring way. Cabin plays on standard horror tropes with its distinctively 80s feel, following five friends that travel to an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods (but it's not quite as cliche as it sounds).
(04/05/12 9:29am)
I blame my parents. They’re emotional wrecks. My mother has no "average" setting. She’s always manically happy, severely depressed or feverishly angry. My father has to make an ordeal out of every small thing. He breaks down every time he opens a Christmas present from me. He makes superfluously long speeches about meatloaf. It’s incredible. So it’s no surprise that I turned out that way. I’m a crier.
(04/05/12 9:27am)
Combining hip–hop, rap and pop, Nicki Minaj’s Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded serves up classic Nicki while exhibiting a definite change in her unique style of music. Her rap lyrics are fresh and gripping, set against hard, thumping beats that reverberate through you. The rap–heavy first half of the album fades, however, into a pop–infused second half that, while tremendously catchy, sounds decidedly un–Nicki with its heavy reliance on piano and string instruments. “Marilyn Monroe” offers up a ballad that is quieter in tone and has little of the standard, in–your–face Nicki attitude, while several tracks (“Automatic,” “Va Va Voom”) sound so generically churned out with their electronic dance club beats that they’re hard to tell apart. It’s clear Nicki Minaj is trying to both compete with her pop contemporaries and appease all of her fans, but the effort tends to fall flat. Despite its faults, Roman Reloaded offers irresistibly listenable tracks and a surprisingly more pop–influenced Nicki, but doesn’t skimp on the traditional Barbie bitch.
(03/28/12 9:17am)
UNDERDOGS
132 S 17th St.
(215) 665–8080
(02/22/12 10:37am)
From the outside, Briar Vintage looks like a store where your grandfather or that weird thespian kid from high school might shop. But inside, this Old City men’s vintage clothing shop offers an inviting atmosphere that encourages you to look at the multitude of 1800s cufflinks and 60s–era blazers on display. Some jaunty 1930s music plays in the background, contributing to the feeling that you’re spanning 100 years of history in one confined space.
(01/26/12 10:38am)
I’m always the most awkward around new people. I feel the need to point out every personal flaw I have, which usually reverts back to my horrible taste in just about everything. It typically goes like this: “Um, hi, so … yeah, I wanted to tell you something. I, um, I like The Dixie Chicks. And uh, yeah, that’s probably a dealbreaker for most people so why don’t you just get it over with and stop hanging out with me now, k? Oh, and my favorite movie is Mars Attacks. Seriously, just don’t be my friend.”
(11/03/11 10:00am)
I have not one, but two, My Heart Will Go On dance remixes on my iPod. I consider Amanda Bynes to be my spirit animal and I think the fact that The Devil Wears Prada isn’t on Netflix streaming is a crime against humanity. I’m pretty gay, and I’m proud of it.