Last Friday, I stayed up until 6 a.m. to be one of the first to watch the first nine episodes of "The Dragon Prince," a new Netflix original cartoon. This is about as on-brand as it gets for me. I’ve spent the vast majority of my life immersed in cartoons like the timeless "Avatar: The Last Airbender" and "The Legend of Korra."
I am the kind of person who wants to do every single thing while simultaneously being everything to everyone. This mindset has lead to a great deal of success for me in some ways. Unfortunately, it also led to me spending my nights holed up until midnight in Wilson Library while my friends spent time with each other.
Last week, my Twitter feed was a hellscape of animations of the horrifying, banal nursery rhyme, "Johny Johny Yes Papa." The song — and its seemingly endless set of iterations — follows Johny, a sneaky kid who eats sugar, lies to his parents and gets away with it every time.
A week ago, I made the impulse decision to buy a ticket to the Panic! at the Disco concert at Madison Square Garden. Like many queer women, I’m a huge Hayley Kiyoko fan. She was one of the openers, and at that point, I was so desperate to see her live that I bought tickets to Panic! without a second thought. While seeing Kiyoko was everything, seeing Panic! for the first time gave me the opportunity to immerse myself in a new fan culture and vicariously experience the concert through those who loved Panic! the most.
Today is my birthday. I’m not a big birthday person. Typically, I default to 'coy, but appreciative' every time someone acknowledges it. This year, however, I’m turning 21 years old. Before, I regarded this milestone with meager excitement at best and apathy at worst.
I’ve poured entirely too much energy into Twitter in the five years since I joined. Managing my intake was never a problem in the past, but a large influx of followers and notifications recently pushed me to a critical point.
I met my freshman roommate over Facebook. It was May 2015, just before we graduated from high school. We connected after I posted in the class of 2019 Facebook group. It was the first time I had ever been obligated to share a room, and knowing my roommate in advance assuaged some of my fears.
Terry Crews wears many hats; actor, Old Spice guy, former NFL player and father are just a few of them. The "Brooklyn Nine-Nine" star is also an open survivor of sexual assault and a vocal advocate. Spurred on by the initial news about Harvey Weinstein’s long history as an abuser, Crews came forward last October with his own story of sexual assault.
The 2018 Billboard Music Awards featured star-studded performances ranging from Shawn Mendes to Demi Lovato. This year, however, I watched the show all the way through waiting for one act — BTS.
Saying that internet spaces are awful in response to incidents of harassment abdicates blame from those who perpetuate harmful content. Blaming the internet and the victim for existing on the internet doesn’t get us anywhere. All it does is shift blame away from those who deserve it.