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Picture a packed club, maybe a wild night in the basement of some indistinct fraternity. The lights flicker with the pounding of scattered footsteps. There’s almost no space to breathe—just a crush of people and movement, all blending together in air thick with the heat of too many people crammed into too small a space.
In the 1976 film Taxi Driver, Travis Bickle shields his eyes watching pornography in a theater while feigning a sense of righteous power over New York City. His smallness is palpable, his horniness is devastating, and he doesn’t know what the hell to do about it. Almost fifty years later, he’s rightfully regarded as the OG film incel, embodying a charmingly pre–internet brand of male awkwardness—obviously not socialized enough to engage in romance, but without a grifter–saturated manosphere to multiply its misogyny. So what remains for the trope today, besides some awful pickup lines and prostitutes? Let’s ask the grimy, miserable, and equally theatrical protagonist of Geordie Greep’s The New Sound:
Today, Bitcoin hit 100,000. But long before crypto bros were salivating on Reddit, Neal Stephenson’s was imagining a blockchain future in his 1999 novel Cryptonomicon. Over the course of its 900–plus pages, the storyline spans half a century, ranges from the barren islands north of Great Britain to the jungles of Southeast Asia to the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, and features real–life historical characters such as Alan Turing alongside concepts which were ahead of mainstream society by the turn of the millennium.
Three weeks ago, Penn football opened its season with a game against Colgate, but strangely, I knew only three people who attended the game—two of whom left during halftime. They didn’t leave because Penn was losing—in fact, by halftime, the Quakers had a significant lead—the problem was there was no excitement around the game and no sense of energy in the crowd, especially among current students.
Despite the album’s incredible success and booming popularity, after four weeks in the No. 1 spot, Sabrina Carpenter’s Short n’ Sweet was bumped to second on the Billboard 200 chart by Travis Scott’s mixtape Days Before Rodeo.
With the evolution of American pop culture, dressing up for Halloween has taken on new meaning from its Pagan roots. More specifically, the once sacred Pagan holiday, previously known as All Hallows' Eve, has become a pop culture–infused night that is most closely associated with cheap costumes, candy, and—for college students in the United States—an excuse to consume copious amounts of alcohol on a weeknight.
On Sept. 11, Kendrick Lamar began a funeral procession. Through a lowkey post on his Instagram account, he released the five–minute track “watch the party die,” where he mourns over the “death” of the hip–hop industry.
“I’d love to go back, I’d love to do more research, I’d love to delve more into what happens there.”
Amanda Cui (W ‘25) lives deliberately. From Humans of Penn and Dear Penn Freshmen to the Anti–Resume Project and various art installations on campus, Amanda channels her creativity into projects that humanize people through storytelling and demystify the culture of failing at Penn. As I trot down the stairs into Stommons for our interview, I scan the beleaguered faces of college students in the thick of midterm season who, upon making eye contact with me, resecure their headphones and bury their noses in their laptops. When I spot Amanda, however, curled up on one of the sunlit couches with a paint–splattered jean leg tucked under her, her face brightens, and she waves me over like an old friend.
Fall brings brick–red foliage, an influx of new University City residents, and a lot of good movies to Philadelphia. The Philly Film Festival, running from Oct. 17 to Oct. 27, is an inexpensive and easily accessible way to watch some new and emerging films before their wide release. Overwhelmed by all that PFF has to offer? Never fear—those of us who got a chance to see some of these films over the summer at Cannes and in the early fall at New York Film Festival are here to help you decide what to skip class and spend $12 on seeing.
The City of Love has stolen the hearts of people across the world, but what makes it so great? From biking down the Seine to riding the metro everywhere and anywhere, Paris is an urban planner’s paradise that’s only getting better. On the other hand, the City of Brotherly Love could use some work.
It’s August before college move–in. This year you want your room to look perfect—with all the band posters, LED fairy lights, and colorful shag rugs you've dreamed of. Your new room will be far different from last year when you constantly felt embarrassed for not having all the dorm essentials. You turn to Pinterest to look for some inspiration in your “dream dorm” board, and, suddenly, you notice one hidden board among the esteemed collection you’ve spent so much creating. A small tear dribbles down your cheek as you realize how much you need to spend on useless minimalistic decor on Dormify instead of just taping your disposable film photos to the walls.
Camo seems to be the new color of the Democratic Party.
It’s 7:26 a.m. on a Monday. Normally, I’d still be fast asleep. But today, thanks to my early–riser roommate, I managed to make it to John McNamara’s 7:30 a.m. HIIT class. Stifling a few yawns, I glance around and notice everyone else is already energized and ready to get moving. From dumbbell raises to backward lunges, the rhythm of the class began to energize me, shaking off the grogginess and fueling a newfound motivation.
Like a shofar cry from the furthest end of the room, breath hits brass. Just one note, guttural, and the crowd falls quiet.
The young women file in one by one, a girlishly organized succession of hair–bumps, lace blouses and miniskirts; pale blue tights, kitten heels with bows and, of course, eyeliner. Thick, dark wings for watery marbles of gray or green and honey—a shock of young eyes in the black of the theater. Descending down the row, the young women exit off into seats, otherwise too far to see and lost in the blackout. Slowly but surely, the room is engulfed in a fog of girldom; a soft darkness abuzz with chatter, hushed giggles, and reverent utterances of "Coppola." Sofia Coppola.
When I tell people I’m a STEM major, they don’t immediately assume I interned at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. At first glance, the two seem completely unrelated. What could a neuroscience major possibly gain from planning painting lessons and spending days helping kids explore the European Sculpture and Decorative Arts collection? Yet, working at the MET has been one of my most valuable experiences to date. And it’s not just because I became enamored by the two–million–square–foot space bursting with artifacts and artworks spanning over 5,000 years of human history—the 640 ton Temple of Dendur, which had to be flown into the museum via helicopter, or the original Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh during the 2023 Van Gogh's Cypresses exhibition, to name a few. My most important takeaway was the practical skills I gained. As a high school student, I learned to cold email, network, hold hour–long conversations with professionals, problem–solve, and collaborate effectively with a team. My time at the MET was transformative, and fortunately, Penn’s art scene offers several opportunities for students interested in these spaces. And I’m not alone in this sentiment. Many Penn students have done incredible work at similar institutions on campus.
If you’re a Penn student (especially if you’re a corporate baddie in the summer), chances are you’re a slop bowl enthusiast. It’s hard not to become obsessed with them when they’re everywhere.
Dr. Ivona Percec picks up my call from San Diego, where she is attending a series of medical conferences, carving out time between sessions to discuss the evolving science and artistry of plastic surgery, as well as her commitment to education. Percec is a plastic surgeon at Penn Medicine whose work has remained rooted in academia as she continues to research and train residents. She is often found consulting back and forth between Philadelphia and her office at Bryn Mawr.
Going to college in Philly, we’re so often bombarded—on social media and IRL—with seemingly endless options for how to spend our free time. So I’m delighted to announce that Street has done the hard part for you: We’ve rounded up what we think are the can’t–miss events for the month in one convenient place. If I’ve done my job right, there’ll be something in here for every one of our readers, no matter what you like to do with your weekends.
Solutions by The State News