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In 2016, before every apology came filtered through a skilled PR team and practiced script, there was post mukbang Trisha Paytas on the kitchen floor sobbing into a front-facing camera. Not after the backlash, not once things settled, but during. Mascara halfway down her face, on the third identity crisis of the week. A video simply titled “I’m Sorry”. Someh
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“You wanna be on top?” The question that’s reverberated through television speakers and for the past two decades. America’s Next Top Model opened each episode asking us – the audience, future contestants, and young fans; what would you do to win it all? Or maybe, more importantly, what wouldn’t you? It’s been 23 years since the first cycle of ANTM premiered,
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To witness such a dramatic cultural shift in my short twenty-four years of life is, predictably, quite jarring. As a teenager, I begged for parental permission to get on Instagram–I longed for the opportunity to curate the way my peers saw me with precision. My hair was long, frizzy, and the black winged eyeliner I painted on daily was often messy and uneven
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There’s nothing more that infuriates the soul of an already stressed, one-hell-to-the-next appointed Pratt student than finally finding an hour or two gap in their schedule to visit the ARC yoga studio (which, by no means is a comfortable space to begin with), only to find the space being occupied, unannounced, by photoshoot equipment for the pampered basket
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Why are so many members of the elite being outed as perverts, pedophiles, and sexual sadists?Lauren Berlant describes “cruel optimism” as an attachment to an idea, person, or thing that restricts your flourishing as an individual, such as drugs, violence, and the American dream. Our societal structure’s cruelly-optimistic, almost Stockholm-syndrome-y attachm
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New York is obsessed with the door, because the door is humiliating. The door is where the city’s most insecure men cosplay as bouncers. In many ways these men get the best of us. We dress up, doing our hair and makeup in hopes that they might deem us worthy of entering Basement’s sacred gates. But with the growth of social media, exclusive clubs and undergr
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Ever since I moved to New York City for Pratt, I had dreams of exploring the city with friends, hitting every museum/gallery, watching a play, maybe even pretending I understood a foreign film without subtitles. I made some friends and tried to make plans, but their responses were always “too busy, work,” or “that’s kinda far.” After a while, I realized it p
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I want to see you and I don't want you to know who I am. We’d meet, simply. I'd be the barista at your favorite coffee shop. You, Baby, would smile so nicely and put a bill in the tip jar. Not for me, it's just something you do. You tip, you giggle, you make eye contact, you treat me like a human. I would notice you on the first day, you would barely catalog
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Chronically offline is the new online trend. Your phones are begging you to put them down and dust off the book on your shelf. And it’s not just your phones. You can say goodbye to your laptops, streaming services, and digital clocks. Digital is degrading. That is the message being pushed in the last few months surrounding screen time and the efforts to demo
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There, cold-sweating my way up the single-file line of dresses the price of my once in a blue moon dinner bill, I stand riding my skirt up my legs just enough to be revealing, but not enough to look desperate. Every time I’ve experienced this exact moment, without fail, I ask myself “Am I the only one who feels out of place?” After a painful $30 cash cover-c
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