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Nov. 6, 2021. Saturday Night Live’s (SNL) Cecily Strong takes the “Weekend Update” stage dressed in a costume reminiscent of Loonette from The Big Comfy Couch: an eccentrically patterned button down and vest, a bowtie, and two voluminous ponytails teased out of a little fuchsia hat.
United Kingdom–bred One Direction heartthrob–turned–solo–rockstar Harry Styles has entered a new phase of his dynamic music career. On May 20, Styles released his third album Harry’s House. Prior to this release, Styles debuted his self–titled album in 2017 and Fine Line in 2019—Styles’ introduction to rock and '80s–style hits respectively. Inspired by Haruomi Hosono’s '70s record Hosono House, Harry’s House takes another step away from Styles’ rock solo origins to mainstream pop.
On May 6 at 6:25 p.m., a chatty line of people wait outside in the rain for Washington D.C.’s hip music venue, The Anthem, to open its doors. In just over two hours, singer–songwriter Laura Pergolizzi, professionally known as LP, will take the stage. The line lurches forward and the first concertgoers enter the hall. As we complete a brief security check, attendees stumble past the merch stand and take their positions at the front of the pit.
As an avid Marvel movie fan since my preteen years and a loyal follower of the Disney+ shows, I’ve been ecstatic for the release of the newest Dr. Strange movie, Dr. Strange: Multiverse of Madness. Going in, I’d been intentional about avoiding spoilers or any news whatsoever. I didn’t want to know what was going to happen. I didn’t even want to know who the villain was. I had hoped that the movie would be good, seeing the upwards trajectory that the past few Marvel shows and movies had been taking, such as Loki, Moon Knight, and Shang–Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings.
Museums and art galleries are known as places that answer our existential questions. However, over the last two months, the Institute for Contemporary Art (ICA) has only posed said questions.
When you type in “Heartstopper” on Google, a few pastel leaves will flutter across your screen, serving as a reminder of how author Alice Oseman’s illustrations went from a black and white webcomic series to one of Netflix’s most—watched shows of the year. After receiving a 100% average Tomatometer score on Rotten Tomatoes and sitting on Twitter’s trending chart for more than three consecutive weeks, the show was recently renewed for two more seasons due to its tremendous success.
Machiavelli, Yassified: "He’s never thought to look through my phone because he's just stupid that way."
Last semester I was scrolling through Instagram stories when, among the mind–numbing piles of reposts and sports updates, something caught me by surprise—something that triggered a very deep emotional reaction that I couldn't quite explain. Was it a flashy news headline filled with tragedy? A gut–wrenching story about love? A nihilistic look at the climate crisis?
For the past few weeks, one multiverse movie, where the fate of all universes is actually at stake, has been receiving more hype and acclaim than anything else out there. Led by an internationally recognized star, it’s flashy, making big bucks, and includes a fair amount of CGI. I’m talking, of course, about Everything Everywhere All at Once, although I did hear about some small, obscure Marvel multiverse film coming out soon, too.
“To me, grief is the last translation of love,” Ocean Vuong says, referring to his new poetry collection, Time Is a Mother. “My life now is: Today when my mother is not here, and then whatever big yesterday where she was. It’s just two days.” In his new book, Vuong articulates his unbroken experience of grief as a queer, Vietnamese American artist. To promote its publication, Vuong read and spoke with Philadelphia Poet Laureate Airea D. Matthews at Parkway Central Library about topics ranging from wasting time watching straight boys play video games to the capitalistic limits on professional writing.
Serfs Anonymous: "I think I was a peasant in my past life. I have peasant taste."
“Bon Appetit!” Have those words ever been uttered more lovingly, tenderly, or warmly than by Julia Child as she signed off on an episode of The French Chef? It’s hard to say. Perhaps in France—by a maman to her bébé as she ladled some delicious concoction into a shallow bowl, or by a gourmet chef as he placed the finishing touches on the meal that would earn his Paris restaurant its third Michelin star. But in America? Not one other person can take so much credit for popularizing French cuisine and making it accessible to all as Child, who returned from France with the seminal 1961 cookbook Mastering the Art of French Cooking.
It was 2008 and the day of the first–grade soccer tryouts for the local travel team. My mother, a Korean woman in her early 30s, watched apprehensively as a crowd of 7–year–olds stampeded after a rolling soccer ball, her daughter among them. She didn’t know if she wanted her to play soccer. Being a soccer mom was a big commitment. Hell, she hardly knew what a soccer mom was—she was new to the United States, and the culture surrounding youth soccer was a mystery to her.
Beautiful homes. Epic Hans Zimmer scores. White women in all–white outfits. Lots of white wine. Divorce. Diane Keaton.
After 30 seasons, ABC announced last week that it had dropped network darling Dancing with the Stars following a steep decline in ratings in the coveted 18–34 demographic. However, loyal fans have nothing to fret over. Disney+ announced that it had acquired the ABC staple in what may initially seem like a surprising investment for the kid–oriented streaming service. Shock aside, its implications are vast for the platform, which has seen its subscriber growth stagnate due to a lack of adult programs.
God to the Egyptians: "Jinx! You owe me your firstborn child."
On the rug of my dorm room, I set down a crystal of jagged purple amethyst and an opaque tower of selenite—a deck of tarot cards facing down in between them. When I conduct readings, I keep these two crystals on either side of the spread like guards: the amethyst, which is meant to bring one’s vibrations onto the attraction of life change, and the selenite, which is for clearing and neutralizing energy. With both present, the reading should both invite change while ensuring that it's safe. After circling my deck with some jasmine incense smoke, I hand the cards to the person I'm reading and ask them to shuffle.
With the COVID–19 pandemic exacerbating difficulties faced by the movie theater industry, conversations about the death of the movie theater experience have come to the forefront. But for many, movie theaters as they knew them died a long time ago.
Hamster wheels. Yodeling. A gaggle of grandmothers. You never quite know what to expect in the Eurovision Song Contest, Europe’s annual competition in which roughly 40 countries send an artist to represent their nation with an original song. The contest, which started after World War II as an attempt to heal the continent with just seven countries, has grown into an annual celebration of music, fun, kitsch, and glamor. It’s launched the careers of ABBA, Celine Dion, and Måneskin. It’s created viral moments. It’s even been lovingly satirized by Will Ferrell.
After years of yielding to the stereotypical roles of Ravi from Jessie and Baljeet from Phineas and Ferb, the unstoppable Hollywood force who is Shonda Rhimes has provided South Asians—specifically South Asian women—with a breath of fresh air. Her casting choices for Netflix's Bridgerton Season 2 in selecting two dark skin Tamilian actresses for the show’s leads, paired with the subtlety of cultural hints throughout the show, is exactly what this community has been longing for. Simone Ashley’s Kate Sharma and Charithra Chandran’s Edwina Sharma are the Parvati and Padma Patil redemption that was so desperately needed after decades.
Solutions by The State News