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The Myth of the “Good Old Days”: A Thanksgiving Toast to the Eras That Tried to Erase Us

We gather here today, in the warm glow of incandescent bulbs and familial obligation, to perform the sacred ritual of forced gratitude. The table is set. The turkey is dry. The cranberry sauce retains the ridges of the can, a gelatinous monument to industrial efficiency. And around the perimeter, a collection of relatives—some beloved, some
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The Politics of the Kids’ Table: A Survival Guide for the Holidays

The cranberry sauce is shaped like the can. The turkey is dry enough to be used as attic insulation. The tension in the room is vibrating at a frequency usually reserved for bomb disposal units or hostage negotiations. Welcome to Thanksgiving in America. We are gathered here today to worship at the altar of “Family
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No Good Deed and the Critics: Why ‘Wicked’ Is the Tragedy We Deserve

The lights went down in the theater, and for a brief moment, the collective anxiety of the world—the elections, the economy, the general sense that we are living in the final season of a poorly written reality show—suspended itself in the dark. I sat there with Matthew, my fiance and designated emotional anchor, and our
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Prestige TV, Claire Danes, and One Very Suspicious Neighbor Who Definitely Knows How to Wield a Metaphor

Netflix’s The Beast in Me proves that nothing says date night like grief, queer family trauma, a maybe murderer next door, and Claire Danes pacing her kitchen like she is waiting for ghosts to RSVP. There is a particular joy in prestige television that manages to be both a warm blanket and a sharpened blade.





