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Scream and the Death (and Rebirth) of the Slasher: How One Film Revived a Genre on Life Support
When Scream slashed its way into theaters in December 1996, the horror genre was a bloated corpse of its former self. Slashers, once revolutionary in the late ’70s and early ’80s, had been reduced to formulaic gore-fests. The tropes were tired, the killers predictable, and the final girls were either virginal stereotypes or so thinly
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The Uncomplicated Delight – Reese’s: My Oldest Love, My Sweet, Reliable Constant
The shelves of the candy aisle, a kaleidoscope of colorful wrappers and sugary promises, rarely offer a beacon as steadfast, as universally comforting, and as enduringly satisfying as this. For decades, long before the complexities of adult relationships or the bittersweet realities of health journeys, one particular confectionery held an undisputed, unshakeable reign over my
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Why My Inner Monologue Is More Dramatic Than Any TV Show
Some people’s inner monologues are like gentle background music. Mine is a full-blown Emmy-nominated HBO drama with a six-season arc, two spin-offs, and a behind-the-scenes documentary about how it almost killed the lead actor. At any given moment, I’m simultaneously narrating, critiquing, catastrophizing, and monologuing like I’m auditioning for a Grey’s Anatomy finale. There are
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Why My Dog Daisy Is a Better Therapist Than Most Humans (No Offense, Therapists)
Let me preface this by saying I’ve had some amazing therapists over the years. Compassionate, thoughtful, expensive. Very expensive. The kind of expensive that makes you question if crying in a parking lot might just be more cost-effective. But as much as I respect the professionals—and I do—none of them hold a candle to the
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The Joys of a Bad Movie: A Masterclass in Unintentional Comedy
Let’s be honest: there are few things more satisfying than a truly terrible movie. Not “meh” movies—the bland, uninspired, forgettable kind that evaporate from your mind the moment the credits roll—but bad movies. The ones that swing for the cinematic fences and miss so hard they knock over the popcorn machine. I’m talking about films
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Why My Favorite Band Is Niche (And Yours Should Be Too)
You probably haven’t heard of them. No really—my favorite band is so niche, I’m pretty sure I’m personally responsible for at least 37% of their Spotify streams. Their concerts feel like secret society meetings, their lyrics sound like they were pulled from the fever dream of a sad poet with ADHD, and their merch is
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Why Every Online Review Is a Micro-Drama (and I’m the Critic)
There is no battlefield more chaotic, more charged, and more unintentionally hilarious than the comment section of an online review. I’m not talking about Rotten Tomatoes or even Yelp’s greatest hits. I mean the ones on Amazon, Google, and TripAdvisor. The ones that read like diary entries written during a nervous breakdown or an audition
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The Absurdity of ‘Work-Life Balance’ When Your Work is Your Life
Ah yes, the mythical unicorn of modern adulthood: work-life balance. That cute little phrase HR departments whisper like a bedtime story while quietly sending you emails at 11:47 p.m. on a Sunday. It’s the professional equivalent of telling a single mom to “just take a bubble bath” as if lavender-scented suds will erase her third