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(8 hours ago)
Located in Southwest Philadelphia, the neighborhood of Eastwick rests on marshland 11 feet below the Delaware River. Residents face a unique predicament when the first drops of an approaching storm paint the sidewalk: As water swells from Darby and Cobbs Creek and combines with rushes from the Delaware and Schuylkill Rivers, Eastwick is flooded with up to five and a half feet of water. Just miles from the bustling streets of Center City, the neighborhood sits at the crossroads of an intense flooding crisis that will only worsen amidst a shifting global climate and insufficient governmental action.
(12/05/25 4:46pm)
If you are reading this, you’re probably a little bit of a weirdo. That, or whoever gave you this magazine most definitely is.
(11/26/25 5:00am)
Obsessive–compulsive disorder, which affects 3.8% of young Americans, is often misrepresented throughout our culture, from movies that show repetitive handwashing as the end–all be–all of compulsions to that one girl in your class who swears she’s “so OCD” because she likes her room clean. Today, a new generation of therapists and creators alike are flocking to TikTok and Instagram to call attention to what really goes on in the brain of someone who has OCD, while also showing audiences that those pesky four–hour rumination sessions and perfectionist tendencies have a clinical diagnosis. Significantly, they extoll the virtues of exposure and response prevention therapy (ERP), a powerful tool for new and returning patients.
(12/03/25 11:35pm)
Olivia Dean is en route to being the ninth woman in a row to win Best New Artist at the Grammys. Like many previous winners, she’s been releasing music for almost a decade and—by virtue of TikTok’s algorithm—appears to have blown up overnight, boasting over 51 million monthly Spotify listeners as of December. This experience can be jarring—see Chappell Roan’s cynical take on celebrity life—but as she rises in fame, Dean continues to release music, bringing love and soul to the stage.
(12/08/25 5:13pm)
It is a well–known fact that the scariest moments of Halloweekend occur on Sunday morning, after the festivities have officially concluded. Lo and behold, this Halloween proved to be no different. While making the dreaded walk to the Hill College House communal bathrooms (after scrolling through all forms of social media to check for messages a former version of myself might have sent), I heard what can only be described as my worst nightmare: Christmas music. On Nov. 2.
(12/05/25 5:00am)
Every year, new moments enter the cultural zeitgeist—new slang becomes ingrained in our vocabulary and political figures become our little dolls to jerk around. With the increasing pace of online trend cycles, it can be difficult for anyone not chronically online to catch up. Luckily, Street has alarmingly high screen times and endless burner accounts. On the off chance you somehow missed whatever six–seven is, or the momentous Zohran Mamdani win in the New York mayoral race, Street’s got you covered.
(12/05/25 5:00am)
We’ve all heard the saying “survive ’til ’25.” And while the entertainment industry may still be asking for more time to heal, there was certainly no shortage of output this year. Whether you prefer the cozy, C418–backed gameplay of Minecraft, you’re a fan of the high–tension lovable ragebait of the Five Nights at Freddy’s franchise, or you adore The Last of Us but find yourself too scared to pick up a controller and play it (though I would encourage you to put on a brave face and try), there is an adaptation for you. Originals also have their moments, with A24 indie darlings putting their stars on the map, family dramas winning the Cannes Grand Prix, and animated musicals about a K–pop girl group topping the film and music charts for months on end. Whatever your preferences, this year had something for everybody—and some of Street’s most chronic Letterboxd users are here to tell you their favorites.
(12/05/25 5:00am)
It is possibly the single most windy afternoon of the year when Wei–An Jin (C ’26) and I take our seats at Tea–Do in University City. One would think being indoors would allow us to avoid the sounds of the harsh winds muddying our conversation, but alas this afternoon must also be the busiest in Tea–Do history. Thus, Wei–An and I reminisce on her time at Penn while conversing over the blaring pop music and an overworked boba–shaker machine.
(11/25/25 4:03pm)
Content warning: This article contains mentions of violence towards children that can be disturbing and/or triggering for some readers.
(12/05/25 5:00am)
Earlier this year, The New Yorker pondered whether music criticism has lost its edge. Gone are the days of musicians throwing sandwiches at reporters who diss their lengthy songs. Have art and culture magazines become all bark and no bite for fear of repudiation?
(12/05/25 5:00am)
I walked into 2025 convinced I had already seen the musical roadmap. After last year’s cowboy couture and brief national flirtation with “simpler times,” paired with the hot–girl, indie–pop momentum (Addison Rae’s spiritual jurisdiction), I expected the year to bestow some polite sense of continuity—the next step felt predetermined, if not exactly obvious.
(11/17/25 11:43pm)
If you’re sitting at Penn Commons, there is a good chance you'll hear the sounds of skateboarding all around you—plastic wheels rolling against the paved ground or wooden tails snapping against ledges. But across campus, you’ll find signs prohibiting skateboarding, echoing the city’s larger discontent with the sport.
(11/25/25 4:00am)
Most politically active students like myself spent election night reminiscing on the simpler, more hopeful times of the early 2000s—I spent my night reliving them.
(11/28/25 5:00am)
There was a point this summer when it felt like every weekend belonged to the same studio. Warner Bros. kept dropping films that opened at No. 1, stacking one hit on top of the next until the run became the biggest win streak in recent memory. At the same time, streaming settled into its own rhythm: Apple TV+ pushed itself into the mainstream for the first time. HBO Max reminded everyone why its brand still defines prestige. And almost every major platform, from Netflix to Disney+, exposed the widening gap between streaming ecosystems and the theatrical market they once tried to absorb. The year didn't yield a single victor so much as a set of overlapping successes—one for theaters, one for television, and one for the industry’s sense of identity.
(11/25/25 4:01pm)
Does photorealism make for a good documentary?
(11/14/25 5:00am)
Come the final Thursday of November, my dining room table bears a feast of contrasts. We have your typical Thanksgiving staples: mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and, of course, the turkey. But seated between the stuffing and brussel sprouts is my mother’s Moro de Habichuelas, Arroz Blanco, and fried plantains. Their comforting aroma is a quiet rebellion amidst the most conventional of American holidays. But a little foreign perspective has made the celebration an open door. In my mother’s eyes, Thanksgiving is adoptive, a happy assemblage of American custom and her steadfast Dominican roots, emblematic of the open disposition that has carried her through her immigration to her life here, in this little corner of the country.
(12/05/25 5:00am)
I never planned on becoming a photographer for Street. If I had it my way, I would’ve stuck with sports photography and called it a day. But for some reason, HBIC Norah Rami—a complete stranger at the time—went to war for me, insisting that I become Street’s multimedia editor. I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t expect it, and honestly, I didn’t even know what Street was.
(12/11/25 1:44am)
From the depths of a saltwater sea, gushing with freshwater springs, thousands of oysters are shucked in the hopes of yielding a perfect pearl. Once famed for its rare natural saltwater pearls, Bahrain—known as the “Land of a Million Palm Trees”—held a glittering place in the global pearl trade.
(11/26/25 10:39pm)
On Sept. 27th, 2025, thousands of people visited, played, slept, kissed, smoked, danced, slept, hugged, laughed, and talked in Rittenhouse Square. Mothers with children, ten guys sharing a blunt, restaurant workers taking a smoke break, couples leaving restaurants to snag a kiss under the square’s lights, all sharing the same public space.
(11/25/25 3:14am)
When Surina Ramoutar (C ’26) first arrived at Penn, joining a sorority wasn’t at the front of her mind. Now as a senior, Surina is getting ready to conclude her term leading more than 136 girls as president of Alpha Phi, one of seven sorority chapters on campus at Penn.
