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(06/20/25 4:24pm)
If you were too employed to spend over an hour of your week nights watching Love Island USA, don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. This week was nonstop drama, as usual, and some fans are already claiming that this week was messier than all of season six. I tried to keep count of Huda Mustafa’s crash outs, but somewhere around Monday night, I gave up. If that’s not a glowing endorsement of this week’s standout reality television at its most unhinged, just keep reading.
(06/27/25 1:28pm)
In Bohemian Rhapsody, Rami Malek’s prosthetic teeth do a lot of heavy lifting. They must—they’re tasked not only with helping Malek channel Freddie Mercury, but with chewing through a script so sanitized it could’ve been written by a public relations team for the Mercury estate (because, well, it was). Queen emerges from the film not as the messy, electric, and debauched band that defined a generation, but as stock characters in a series of triumphant montage sequences that culminate in Live Aid.
(07/01/25 3:49am)
Min Jin Lee’s debut novel Free Food for Millionaires paints a portrait of a Korean American community in New York from 1993 to 1997, centering on a recent Princeton University graduate named Casey Han and beginning with the line “Competence can be a curse.”
(06/24/25 3:57pm)
If you’ve been scrolling on TikTok lately, as the heavy heat of summer sets in—I know you have—you might’ve seen a video or two of a woman comparing how she feels during her “luteal” versus “ovulatory” phase.
(06/19/25 9:46pm)
Within the first ten minutes of Wes Anderson’s The Phoenician Scheme, Anatole “Zsa–Zsa” Korda, an enigmatic industrialist played by Benicio del Toro, shows the audience exactly who he is. Reclining in his private jet, he hears a faint clicking outside the fuselage. Moments later, his assistant’s torso explodes in an absurd display of gore—a failed assassination attempt, one of many in his high profile life. Unfazed, Korda strolls into the cockpit, violently unseats the pilot, and crash lands the plane into a Midwestern cornfield. As with each of his previous assassination attempts, he miraculously survives.
(07/03/25 4:35pm)
On a quiet corner of Philadelphia’s Italian Market lies a tiny brick shop, its two red doors propped open to the public. JOHN’S is emblazoned at the top and a long line of people have already begun to line up. Some customers boldly approach the window with orders ready–to–go while others slip out of line to peak at the water ice, ice cream, and gelati options plastered out front. Little children tightly grasp their filled Dixie Cups. Alongside them, adults savor every lick and spoonful of the passed–down water ice recipe in the sweltering heat, lingering into the late hours of the night as they’ve done for generations.
(06/16/25 2:12pm)
If you had told someone five years ago that the best pop album of the summer would come from Addison Rae, you would have been laughed out of the room. Rae has undergone quite the evolution since her TikTok days. Initially gaining traction for her dance videos, 2021 saw her become the second most followed person on the entire platform. Addison Rae’s extremely quick rise to fame landed her a golden ticket from her hometown in Louisiana straight to the glitz and glamor of the Hype House in Los Angeles.
(07/01/25 4:43pm)
Pavements opens on an army of Santa Clauses hunting a rotisserie chicken with bows and arrows, and only gets more confusing from there. Viewers should expect no different from a hybrid documentary–biopic about Pavement, the messy, sardonic ‘90s rock group that is perhaps the California Central Valley’s most important export besides almonds. While the group’s explosive career only spanned about a decade, the depth of their impact on the modern indie scene is immeasurable. In one of the few moments where the band’s music is allowed to speak for itself, the film’s first few minutes simply showcase the music videos for the group’s songs “Gold Soundz” and “Cut Your Hair.” While on its surface a display of just how ridiculous Pavement can be, this opening section is also sincere in its appreciation for the band’s sonic and visual artistry, even as it appears outwardly absurd. If the experimental documentary can be said to have a “point,” it is precisely this—a celebration of both the enduring brilliance of Pavement’s music and the tongue–in–cheek spirit that made them the patron saints of a generation of burnouts.
(06/18/25 1:12am)
On Saturday, May 31—one day before the official start of Pride Month—Center City was filled with queer energy. It’s the day of the Philadelphia Dyke March, and it’s impossible to miss. Attendees decked out in leather and glitter turn Kahn Park into a colorful oasis of community, and from the revving of motorcycle engines to the drumming that helps keep the rhythm of a variety of chants, they insist on being seen as well as heard. And as the LGBTQ+ community faces off against an increasingly oppressive world, the march’s mission is more important than ever.
(07/02/25 11:14pm)
What happens when a pop star commands the economy of a small nation, the allegiance of a cultish fanbase, and the attention of the entire internet?
(06/13/25 1:05pm)
After ten grueling, celibate months without the crown jewel of televised delusion, Love Island USA—the reality–TV equivalent of Daylight Savings—made its way back to our screens on June 3. Following an agonizing 40 minute delay, the season seven premier aired on Peacock at 9 p.m. EST, and goodness, did it not disappoint. I watched with the sort of fervor usually reserved for breaking news or sports finals. So, in case you’ve been too busy to devote an hour of precious time each night to watch emotionally unavailable strangers rank each other by kiss quality, here’s what you missed on week one.
(07/10/25 5:16pm)
I still remember when I first sat down to play The Last of Us Part I, not knowing that it would change the way I viewed video games as a storytelling medium. Created by developer Naughty Dog in 2013, the two–part game is set in a post–apocalyptic world where a fungus called Cordyceps has infected most of the population, leaving it a desolate, zombie–infested wasteland. What set the game apart, though, was the depth of its characters Ellie and Joel, whose bond forms the emotional core of the narrative.
(07/11/25 12:00pm)
It’s no secret that reality television is regarded as low–effort entertainment by internet critics; it's a guilty pleasure at best. Yet for the girls and the gays, it’s more than just a pastime … it's a ritual. From RuPaul’s Drag Race to Love Island to Survivor, these shows offer a heightened world of drama and personality–driven narratives, inviting fans to participate in stan culture and examine the broader, internet–amplified social commentary they generate. Reality television creates a space where big personalities thrive, morally gray areas are explored, and ridiculous, if not reflective, social dynamics are assessed.
(06/11/25 5:22pm)
This past December, Grant Pavol (C ‘22) doused himself in yellow paint, put on a white collared shirt, and headed out into the freezing cold streets of New York City dressed as The Simpsons family patriarch, Homer Simpson. He was shooting a music video for “Twin Sized Bed,” a song off his recent EP College—released just this January. The soft, melancholy tune differs drastically from its video companion, which culminates in a scrappy fight scene between Pavol and another Homer look–alike, played by Pavol’s friend and influencer Patrick Doran.
(06/19/25 4:30am)
Bags adorned with fuzzy creature keychains have become a common sight lately, signaling one of 2025’s most sought-after accessories. With their colorful fur, creeping smile, and bunny ears, the collectible Labubu monster figurines originated in Hong Kong and are made by the company Pop Mart. What started as a niche collectible has escalated into another charming symptom of aesthetic culture. So, what’s the hype? The appeal is part scarcity, part surprise. As they are incredibly difficult to acquire, finding these little monsters in stores and online is exciting. Adding to the subterfuge, they come in blind boxes: you never know what design you are about to get unless you purchase and open the product; scoring your favorite Labubu becomes a game of luck, even if it means requires purchasing multiple boxes at a time. As this trend gains momentum, it has integrated into other aspects of pop culture, particularly fashion and style.
(06/06/25 2:53am)
Demna Gvasalia is out at Balenciaga, and suddenly the internet remembers it used to be obsessed with him. The same people who called his work trauma–bait and clickbait are now posting wistful tributes to Le Cagole, as if they didn’t spend the last two years pretending not to get it. Fashion has always had a short–term memory, but lately, it’s not just short—it’s delusional.
(06/11/25 8:36pm)
In the film industry’s roughly 100–year history, Hollywood has thrived as one of its dominant hubs. Whether it is the apocryphal tale of Cecil DeMille’s The Squaw Man or the bog–standard Intro to Film class, it is generally acknowledged that for most of the industry’s existence, Hollywood has played a major role in its development, both in America and abroad.
(06/16/25 7:00pm)
If there’s a defining genre of television and film for women in their late teens and 20s today, it’s what might be called “girl TV.” The term refers to pieces of media that center on messy, self–aware, and often self–destructive female protagonists who narrate their own lives with a blend of brutal honesty and ironic detachment. These are characters who oscillate between shame and self–celebration, who live in small apartments and make bad decisions in good lighting, and who seem to exist in a world where the line between therapy and spectacle is intentionally blurred. The genre’s canon includes Fleabag, Lady Bird, and Barbie, and while each film or series has its own flavor, together they reflect a deeper cultural fixation: a collective fascination with women behaving badly and taking control of their own stories.
(06/02/25 6:59pm)
In more ways than one, this past spring was slow to start. Cloudiness stretched through mid–April, winds were too harsh for comfort, and the sun seemed almost afraid to peek out for good. At a glance, the cover for Eiko Ishibashi’s Antigone reflects this same sentiment: a grayscale mass of fog looms over a city like a specter—an immutable force too far to reach but impossible to ignore.
(06/05/25 3:25am)
It starts like this: a flicker of synth, then a bloom of red and pink light. Mica Tenenbaum—one half of synth–pop duo Magdalena Bay—stands alone on a centerstage pedestal, framed by a halo of light and an enormous sunflower headpiece. Or maybe it starts earlier, in a dorm room—Tenenbaum at Penn, Matthew Lewin at Northeastern University—two ex–prog–rock teens trying to rewire their musical instincts into something shinier, more playful.
