Do you remember where you were when you heard that U.S. troops had withdrawn from Afghanistan in 2021? I recall that moment in my high school civics class, arguing against my male peers that we simply could not expect to invade a country, prop up its government for twenty years, and then leave without expecting that system to stand without our aid.

Sorry, Baby stands out because of its thoughtful, empathetic handling of sexual assault and refusal to minimize survivors to the sum of their painful experiences.

In the midst of controlled chaos, cooks peel mountains of vegetables, maids repolish tables and mantels, and the housekeeper, Mrs. Wilson, calls orders and organizes the humongous household, creating a serene environment by the time Lady Bridgerton arrived in her high-waisted silk dress and perfectly coiled curls. No thanks were offered to Mrs. Wilson nor any of the servants.

"I have a confession to make: I had my first legal drink before I read my first graphic novel. Luckily, I’ve since amended this, casting aside my graphic novel virginity with Marjane Satrapi’s memoir, Persepolis."

The third time I listened to Cameron Winter, I was sitting on a cold and slightly damp rock on the edge of the Georgetown Waterfront, completely alone, watching a bright white heron fly back and forth.

Lana Del Rey fans thus might have been prepared for a name change, but not for the music drought that was to come.

The sun warmed my skin as I stepped off the bus, a soft kiss amidst the overstimulating chaos of Buenos Aires. Still adjusting to saying summer in February—a small reminder of how far I was from home—I looked between the blooming trees to the skyscrapers high above us as my friends and I made our way to the city center.

Recently, a British Vogue article titled “Is Having a Boyfriend Embarrassing Now?” circulated widely among twenty-something women online.

Billie Eilish walked into the Wall Street Journal Innovator Awards on Oct. 29 to receive an award for her climate and social justice advocacy. She walked out as the center of an internet firestorm.

As both Taylor Swift and Marvel reached unimaginable heights of success, both monetarily and culturally, the troubling question arises: Does artistic vision suffer when a brand is guaranteed success?