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(04/28/25 6:36pm)
Most people lose their taste for breast milk around the age of two. We grow our first set of teeth and begin to experiment with solid food—eventually, there’s no need for breast milk in our diets anymore. But if you head down Locust Walk at just the right time, you might be confronted with a table advertising human breast milk for adults, and maybe even be approached by someone asking if you were interested. You’d soon realize that this isn’t actually a scheme to get you hooked on a strange new nutritional fad: It’s a publicity stunt by the Allied Scholars for Animal Protection, a nonprofit advocating for the morality of veganism.
(04/21/25 7:56pm)
Walking into MOM’s Organic, I picked up some okay hummus and a handful of drinks, dressed in an all–black ensemble that told the world, despite my banal snacks, I was in for a fun night. The crowning jewel of my outfit, however, was the Poppy t–shirt from three tours ago, my only real tell to the night I was about to have—something my check–out assistant immediately picked up on. We talked about the artist’s one–of–a–kind status; her ability to bridge the gap between female pop icon and hard–rock superstar, transforming from internet oddity to the first female Grammy–nominated metal act, all without being cringe. But mostly, we talked about how jealous he was that I got to go to her show at the Fillmore—and for good reason, she was incredible.
(04/21/25 8:05pm)
Her boyfriend? Shockingly identical to her brother. Her Wicked press tour? Overshadowed by her weirdly codependent relationship with Cynthia Erivo than the movie itself. Homewrecker allegations still slam her from all sides. The Oscars left her empty–handed; the Grammys, under–nominated. Ariana Grande had one mission with eternal sunshine deluxe: brighter days ahead: to polish the dents in her image and maintain her status as a pop superstar. And she delivered.
(04/14/25 2:49pm)
When I started Apple TV+’s Severance three years ago, two things struck me most: The first was its primary setting—Lumon’s headquarters—which happened to be a familiar and frequent study spot 20 minutes from my home in Jersey. The second, and perhaps more universally relatable, was its music. The opening theme is immediately engrossing, strange, and cinematic, introduced with eerie keys and crescendoing into swelling strings and electronics. Paired with the title sequence’s trippy visuals, it’s one of the strongest hooks I’ve ever encountered in television.
(04/20/25 6:21pm)
I have a question for you. What is the definitive movie about climate change? Take a moment to think about it. Does anything spring to mind? I’m going to be honest: It took me a while to come up with my answer. And that right there, that need for reflection, is absolutely fascinating.
(04/07/25 7:40pm)
Trust me when I say this—you need to check out NMIXX.
(04/17/25 8:29pm)
On March 14, Playboi Carti released his long–awaited third studio album, MUSIC. The record followed his 2020 album, Whole Lotta Red, plus five long years of teasing fans with a plethora of other projects. The 30–track album sees Carti continue in experimenting with his sound and lyricism, moving away from the vampy production and baby voice seen across Whole Lotta Red and instead opting for lower–pitched, Future–esque vocals.
(04/20/25 6:11pm)
Japanese Breakfast's latest album—before the release of For Melancholy Brunettes (& Sad Women) on March 21—was not their widely acclaimed record Jubilee, as some reviews incorrectly cite. In reality, the group released an instrumental Original Video Game Soundtrack for Sable in September 2021 just a few months after the release of Jubilee. The game centered around exploration, and the soundtrack was softly infused with the whimsy and adventure of an open–world landscape.
(05/04/25 8:55pm)
A line forms outside the Foto Club, a scrappy bar in Harrowgate, Philadelphia. Outside, several people mingle in groups, standing awkwardly, yet excitedly in the darkness. I arrive an hour earlier in an unsuccessful attempt to nab an interview with ALEXSUCKS, the headliner for this special show. I do, however, catch the band members unloading their equipment as I exit, just in time to hear guitarist John Luther accidentally lock himself out of the tour van and mutter “Ahhh, fuck,” in perhaps a more unfiltered moment.
(04/10/25 4:45pm)
On March 13, 2025, indie pop singer Chappell Roan rocked the worlds of sapphic Midwest princesses everywhere by going full Nashville. On that fateful day, Roan released the single “The Giver” from her upcoming album, and to the shock of some (and the chagrin of many), the record is a country song. Roan joins many others in the industry that are undergoing an anti–Taylor Swift arc, if you will: female pop stars shifting their music over to a country aesthetic. Sabrina Carpenter, for example, collaborated with country superstar Dolly Parton on the deluxe version of her album Short n Sweet in February. Beyoncé released her first country album, Cowboy Carter, to much acclaim last year. So what’s going on? Are rhinestone cowboy boots trending of their own accord? Or are there larger political causes and implications behind the insidious move to guitars and Southern twang?
(04/13/25 4:42pm)
It's one of those days when everything feels like it's going wrong. You don't get your friend into the party (and nearly end a different friendship in the process), the guy you thought was pretty cool bails on you for his girlfriend, an ex–hookup hits you up at the worst time, and you’re sobering up in the cold wind. The host almost doesn’t let you into the venue because they don’t “do” press passes (despite you having an email confirming your press pass). All you have been looking forward to for three months now is this one concert, someone who you think made your Album of the Year, and still the opener is terrible. But maybe, just maybe, it’ll be worth it.
(04/18/25 4:00am)
The smell of hot hibiscus tea fills the air and the acidity of freshly cut limes lightly stings my eyes as I stand in Las Parcelas, one of the largest community gardens in North Philadelphia. Roosters roam the streets, the homes are vibrantly painted, and music booms through car windows out into the air—it’s as if I have entered a new soundscape altogether.
(04/20/25 6:18pm)
Between Jan. 7 and 31 of this year, two major fires roared through Los Angeles County, leaving behind the shells of cars and empty foundations of houses. On the western side of LA, the Palisades fire destroyed more than 20,000 acres of the Pacific Palisades; in the east, the Eaton Fire consumed 14,000 acres of Altadena, Calif. and nearby neighborhoods. By the time they were contained, 29 people had died, 200,000 were forced to evacuate, and the fires would become the second and third most destructive in California history.
(03/31/25 1:56pm)
It’s hard to shove your way through a crowd of thousands who are a few steps away from seeing their rock idol, and even harder when you’re sober. I fight to the ticket stand and resist the urge to clip one of the Fillmore’s strange Red Bull vodka lemonades before the crowd herds me into the main hall. As the space opens up, I take in the view around me—half prohibition speakeasy, half disco hall, full of people somehow dressed for both.
(04/18/25 4:00am)
It is no secret to (most) students at Penn that something must be done about climate change. Information about the climate crisis haunts our “For You” pages, taints our conversations with friends and family, and plagues our everyday lives with an omnipresent awareness of rising tension and temperatures. As the atmospheric carbon concentration mounts, so does our sense of impending doom—until we’re left with nothing but a sickening sense of helplessness and a high level of media fatigue. At times like these, it’s easier to detach from the world. Others choose to completely numb themselves to its chaos: The choice seems to be between Adderall, Van Pelt Library, or crawling back under the covers and never coming out.
(04/09/25 7:22pm)
If you were able to snag tickets to your favorite artist’s tour, chances are you flooded your feed with 30–second clips featuring your painfully off–key scream–singing. If you didn’t, you probably clench your fists in anger at the mere mention of the show you missed. Touring has captured the attention of music enthusiasts around the globe (literally) for decades, playing an integral role in album lifespan and artist visibility. However, given the ticking climate clock, environmental activists have criticized touring musicians for their carbon emissions and energy usage, opening a discussion on the potential of sustainable tours.
(03/30/25 4:55pm)
For the longest time, Lady Gaga was, indeed, the “Enigma” she proclaimed herself to be on her 2020 album Chromatica. A visionary force of the pop genre, she was somehow untouchable in her artistic vision but down–to–earth in interviews, interactions with fans, and her exuberant theater kid energy.
(03/26/25 12:08am)
Hailing from the renowned K–Pop group BLACKPINK, LISA stands out even among her talented bandmates. Born and raised in Thailand, she’s among the few Thai idols that has made a name for herself in the brutal K–Pop industry. She serves as BLACKPINK’s main dancer and lead rapper, known for her fiery performances and raps, as well as her viral dance covers.
(03/27/25 9:27pm)
An email enters your inbox. The subject line reads “POV: UR AT THE WHITE LOTUS.” It’s from the clothing brand Cider—you know, the one all over TikTok that defines itself as an “Earth–Conscious Brand” while contributing to the erosive trend cycles of fast fashion. Scrolling through the email allows recipients to pick out boho–chic bikinis or cream, knit midi dresses listed under labels like “pretend like nothing’s going wrong in these tropic–ready pieces” or “just another retired millionaire, nothing to see here.” If none of these specifically curated looks tickle one’s fancy, there’s a whole page dedicated to playing dress–up for the “Lotus Escape.” For a little under $30 and the small price of potentially unethical labor, you too can look like the glamorously troubled vacationers of the White Lotus Hotel.
(03/28/25 2:11am)
On Feb. 20, I walked into Union Transfer with a ticket, a dream, and no idea what I was getting myself into. I was there to see Alcest, the first French band I’ve listened to and one of the few non–English groups I've ever explored. Though I went into the night blind, the experience was nothing less than breathtaking—Alcest performed every track beautifully, bringing their stories to life on stage. As the show continued, a question of great importance arose in my mind: Why don’t other people go into shows blind?
