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Prestige TV, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Firehose
By 2025, prestige television no longer means anything. It’s like calling water wet, or calling Marvel “cinema” just to rile up Scorsese. Prestige used to be rarefied air—The Sopranos, The Wire, Mad Men. Now it’s practically background radiation, humming behind every streaming app. Prestige has metastasized. Every show arrives pre-packaged as “prestige,” the way cereal
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Big Brother, Small Man: The Rylie Jeffries Eviction Tour
When Rylie Jeffries was evicted from Big Brother Season 27, he didn’t walk out of the house so much as stumble into a reality that had been waiting to eat him alive. On the inside, he was the cowboy-hat-wearing bull rider with a showmance and a storyline. On the outside, he was suddenly the subject
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The Soundtrack of Survival: Thirteen Artists Who Speak To Me
Growing up queer, biracial, abandoned, and too often invisible, I didn’t have a roadmap. What I had were songs—other people’s stories sung like confessions, shouted like rebellion, whispered like prayers. These artists didn’t just entertain me; they saved me. They gave me language for my own sadness, resilience for my own survival, and proof that
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The Ten Commandments of Horror TV: A Bloody, Bingeable Bible
The history of horror television is a cemetery of failed pilots and half-rotted seasons, a graveyard where shows are buried alive by executives only to claw their way out later as streaming “discoveries.” For every cult resurrection, there are dozens of forgotten corpses—remember Harper’s Island? Exactly. Yet from this restless afterlife, ten shows have not
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America’s Newest Crime: Fighting Fires Without Papers
On August 27, 2025, as the Bear Gulch Fire raged through Washington state—thousands of acres incinerated, towns choking on smoke, families evacuating with pets stuffed into backseats—the federal government identified the real emergency. Not the wildfire consuming homes. Not the climate that breeds a new inferno each week. No, the emergency was the possibility that
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Bruce Willis, Dementia, and America’s Fear of Aging Out of the Script
Two years after the world learned of Bruce Willis’s frontotemporal dementia (FTD) diagnosis, his wife Emma Heming Willis sat across from Diane Sawyer in a primetime special titled “Emma & Bruce Willis: The Unexpected Journey.” The title was reverent, hushed, softened by violins. And there it was: Emma saying plainly, “His brain is failing him.”
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Snoop Dogg vs. Pixar: When Buzz Lightyear Becomes the Boogeyman of Bedtime Questions
Apparently, the real Infinity and Beyond is the number of awkward conversations grandparents didn’t plan for. The Scene: Snoop, A Podcast, and a Pixar Panic Attack On August 25–26, 2025, humanity was shaken to its core—not by a natural disaster, not by another billionaire announcing plans to colonize Mars, but by Snoop Dogg’s confession that
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“Monsieur Ambassador, Non, Non, Non!”
A Satirical Dispatch from the Franco-American Diplomatic Stage On August 24, 2025, the world witnessed an increasingly rare diplomatic full-stop: France summoned U.S. Ambassador Charles Kushner after he penned a blistering open letter to President Macron. In the Wall Street Journal, Kushner accused France of failing to adequately stem a rise in antisemitism, linking it
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Deportation Roulette: Spin the Globe, Land on Uganda
America has always had a gift for rebranding cruelty as administrative efficiency. On August 23, 2025, CNN reported the latest episode in our long-running tragicomedy of immigration enforcement: Kilmar Ábrego García—a Salvadoran man who’s lived in Maryland since 2011, married an American citizen, raised children here, and already survived one wrongful deportation—may now be deported
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Not Perfect, Just Us: A 10-Month Love Story
Dear Matthew, On the eve of ten months, I’m putting it all in writing, because love deserves a record—even the messy parts, even the parts where I am not the hero of the scene. I know it’s “just” a month-iversary. I know it’s supposed to be silly. But if I’m honest, I’d celebrate every Tuesday