Who Am I, If Not a Violinist?
When I was three, I watched a video of my uncle performing violin in Taiwan. I decided then and there that, someday, I would play on that stage too.
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When I was three, I watched a video of my uncle performing violin in Taiwan. I decided then and there that, someday, I would play on that stage too.
Every girl remembers the verbal arguments between her and friends, peers, and foes. Some women credit these arguments with making them intimately aware of their shortcomings in everything from character flaws to how they style their hair. Psychologists even agree that arguments can be healthy; a researcher from the University of Georgia Jennifer A. Samp—concentrating on communications to study close relationships, conflict, power, and moral injury—argued that the “process of conflict and arguing facilitates talk and awareness of another’s perspective.” Despite everybody’s lifelong exposure to normal arguments between sisters, friends, and even colleagues, why are women deemed "mean" or "catty" when they argue? Additionally, in spite of a hip–hop culture of battle rap and rap beef, why do fans and onlookers hate it when the rap girlies fight?
Tirzah’s trip9love…???, released this past September, is an album shrouded in mystery. The London–based electronic artist gave no press interviews in the lead–up to its release, and dropped the album onto streaming platforms on a Tuesday night with hardly any promotion.
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.
The cinematic era defined by superhero films has come to an anticlimactic close. Marvel movies are flopping and copycat rivals are failing even worse. Computer–generated imagery should have been a godsend for sci–fi. Without the constraint of reality, filmmakers can construct natural worlds not in nature, crowds without extras, and aliens without janky prosthetics. Instead, the useful artistic tool has become a crutch, and audiences are over it. Dune is the answer. In Dune: Part Two, director Denis Villeneuve and his elite team combine techniques of modern and classic filmmaking for a sequel so epic that most current blockbusters look amateurish in comparison. This masterpiece of an adaptation turns the second half of Frank Herbert's Dune into a cinematic event akin to The Lord of the Rings trilogy.
Penn students’ social media accounts are filled with photos of their refined artistic performances, lively parties, and demanding sports competitions. In light of our peers' impressive achievements and activities, it’s easy to focus on the people in the photos and forget about the person taking those photos. A lot of work and creativity goes into capturing these picture–perfect moments. Two of Penn’s best photographers share their experiences capturing moments from behind the camera, shedding light on the lessons we can learn from the ordinary act of snapping a quick camera–shot.
It is 10:31 p.m. In your Huntsman GSR, your hunched back groans as you scourge countless economics flashcards in anticipation of the upcoming midterm, and your fingers tremble from all the typing for the internship application due tomorrow night. The entropy of homework is terminally increasing, your caffeine levels are at an all–time high, and all you can think about is work, work, work, work, work.
The summer before my first year of high school, I spent hours lying on the blue couch in my living room, eyes glued to my widescreen TV. Despite the protests of my siblings, I refused to watch anything besides the 1990s and early–2000s romantic comedies. I was enraptured by the timelessly trendy fashion in Clueless, Kat Stratford’s magnetic personality in 10 Things I Hate About You, and the wholesome but hilarious performance of “Thriller” in 13 Going on 30. No matter how many times I watch these movies, they never fail to ignite the unbridled joy and happiness I felt when I saw them for the first time.
Nirvana—the band famous for its soul–scarred catharsis, cult following, and demonic–looking smiley face plastered on virtually all Newbury Comics merchandise.
In the dynamic realm of the entertainment industry, Rachel Sennott emerges as a luminary with her unwavering commitment to creative expression. During an event organized by Penn’s Social Planning and Events Committee (SPEC), Sennott candidly shared her insights into her journey, offering a captivating narrative that traverses the realms of filmmaking, acting, and comedy.
The queen may be dead, but the aristocracy she stood for is still alive and well. For most of us, balls are the substance of Jane Austen fantasies and Cinderella adaptations. For a select few of the world’s politically elite and substantially wealthy, however, the events of Bridgerton–past are an annual occurrence. Each year, literal princesses and those ordained through money alike gather in Paris topresent themselves to high society at debutante balls. But these events wouldn’t be complete without the extravagant outfits and decadent jewels piled atop each attendee. From $3 million diamonds to Marie Antoinette’s collection, the necks, ears, arms, and faces of Europe’s fledgling elite pay homage to their extensive lineages and deep pockets. Embedded within the glimmering stones, however, is a long tradition of exclusivity, wealth signaling, and treachery that has proved difficult to fracture.
Romance isn't as straightforward your simple meet cute anymore, at least according to May December and Saltburn. These critically acclaimed films leave audiences uncomfortable with their twisted themes and unsavory depictions of lust.
The poetics of hip hop have long been Benny the Butcher’s instrument of choice. As part of rap collective Griselda, Benny the Butcher is one of the few artists to represent the songwriting acumen and narrative grit at the intersection of lyrical and coke rap—a blend of skill and realism that has escaped his contemporaries across a number of genres. He first garnered critical acclaim on the hip hop scene with albums like Tana Talk 3, The Plugs I Met, and his previous project Tana Talk 4, which was released two years ago.
American money is boring—dull colors with even more dull people on the bills. Unlike the crumpled, musty green U.S. dollar bill shoved down your pocket, money from around the world is cherished because of its glossy finish, brightly colored designs, and display of interesting characters.
In the United States, there are cultural and political wars being fought every day. Conflicts over foreign policy in the Middle East, reproductive rights, and the fragility of democracy are waged on campuses, on town hall steps, and online. It is a time of mass strife and paranoia. In the wake of such issues, former Secretary of State and presidential candidate Hillary Clinton took to X, formerly known as Twitter, to address the American public:
When visitors walk through the main entrance of the Penn Museum, they are greeted by one of the signature items in the museum’s collection: a 13–ton granite sphinx dating from the reign of Egyptian Pharaoh Ramses II in the 13th century BCE, the largest such object in the Western Hemisphere. Next to the entrance hall lies a gallery dedicated entirely to people from a different part of the world, and one much closer to Philadelphia. Through a pair of double doors to the left of the sphinx lies an exhibition titled “Native American Voices,” dedicated to describing the past and present Indigenous communities where the U.S. and Canada now reside.
At Penn status is a currency in its own right. Money pumps through the veins of our university—our eyes always green with envy and grasses always seem greener on the other side of recruitment cycles. Penn is the place where golden goose sneakers traipse down locust and Goyard purses are stuffed to the brim with laptops, Essentia water bottles, and platinum cards. In the words of Madonna, we’re material girls living in a material world.
McClelland Sushi and Market is the fan favorite of Penn dining halls: brisk and busy, similar to its clientele. Walking in, you’ll see students toting boxes of gyoza, bowls of udon, and trays of pork buns. One of these things is not like the other, but the systematic translation of Chinese food into American names is so normalized as to be unnoticeable. You are what you eat, and for a health–conscious America, even Chinese syllables prove to be too much of a toxin.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved advertisements. As a young child growing up in Pakistan, my eyes would be glued to television commercials of beautiful women in extravagant wedding clothes and the clever billboards on the highway of greasy Kentucky Fried Chicken. Whenever my family traveled abroad and I had access to all the Teen Vogue and Seventeen magazines I could dream of, I spent hours flipping through the vibrant glossy pictures, captivated by the creativity before my eyes.
Early in the morning of June 16, 1915, professor Scott Nearing received notice about his dismissal from Penn. “As the term of your appointment as assistant professor of economics for 1914–1915 is about to expire,” disclosed the letter from the Provost, “I am directed by the trustees of the University of Pennsylvania to inform you that it will not be renewed."
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