In "Lone Yellow Flower," Poet Erika Gill Interrogates Identity & Change
As a poet myself, I can say with certainty that it’s one of the most misunderstood genres. Long thought of as only a genre for specific people – a.k.a. dead…
As a poet myself, I can say with certainty that it’s one of the most misunderstood genres. Long thought of as only a genre for specific people – a.k.a. dead…
…The more visibility, the more money. Care, nuance, emotional intelligence, they’re not trending. But domination does. And so does degradation. We are watching, in real time, the industrialization of misogyny….
…moral authority, nor does it reduce complex cultural dynamics to easy villains and heroes. Her channel offers up a discipline, a way of thinking in public without abandoning care. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LT14Ojpw3u4…
…the first few minutes wondering if I had accidentally turned on the trailer instead of the film. The soundtrack announces itself with authority. It does not gently accompany scenes. It…
…decades of Marvel movies, TV series, web series, and endless amounts of AI slop a year, it’s difficult to care. This is where international cinema swoops in. While the U.S….
…has made a career of using art as resistance. “It totally is an act of defiance,” Alvarado told Latina Media Co exclusively moments before their Sundance premiere. “I mean, that’s…
…erase implication. The character reinforces a hierarchy where Klingon-coded traits are problems to solve rather than identities to inhabit fully. For a franchise that prides itself on diversity, this has…
…operate with a coded language of status signaling: what you drive, what you host, how you discipline, what you pretend not to care about while caring deeply. Bert’s refusal or…
…one knowing bow. So yes, The Musical lampoons pettiness and particularly the pettiness of entitled, white artists. But it does so from such a close range as to be self-reflection….
…frigidly hyper-performed about Tyra’s affect, as though authenticity is carefully measured and dispensed. Watching the documentary, I found myself waiting for a crack in the veneer. A moment of raw…