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In the bright seasons of everyone's life, we love extravagantly. Generosity could wash away our immorality.

I’m a fangirl. And for as long as I can remember, I have been.

As a girl who’s constantly seeking the thrill of watching Sex And The City (SATC)  for the first time again, I always seem to capture something new with each  rewatch.

Richard Henry Pratt’s infamous words were the assimilationist ideology that shaped the United States treatment of Indigenous people during the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries.

Capitalism breeds innovation. Monetary incentive drives our favorite companies to churn out only the best of the best.

The year is 2007, you wake up on a nice, sunny, Saturday morning. The sky seems bluer, the grass greener, you sit down in front of the family computer and turn it on using your big toe.

With August’s end soon to come, I feel plagued, yet again, with the summer blues.

The first time I ever felt like a woman was when I first watched Sex and the City.

Camp, theatrical, and yet natural are the photographs of Hungarian-born Szilveszter Makó.

Queer media, particularly queer romance, has been gaining traction in mainstream media.

Everyone loves a good romantic-comedy.

2025 was a gluttonous year for pop music.

I am no better than your average media obsessed demon.

Wishes are everywhere. Movies, music, fairytales. We make wishes anywhere and anytime we can…

I will admit, one of my guilty pleasures is watching a reality TV show that involves “falling in love sight unseen”.

Victorian girls were Pro-level gift givers.

“I grew up in a system that rewarded my gift but didn’t always protect my soul.”

An absolutely, positively, inspiring sequence of events transpired this past week that gave me hope for a brief moment in our ever-increasing perilous cultural climate.

I was sixteen years old when I first read Frank O’Hara’s poem “For Grace, After a Party.”