Nothing beats sitting at the cinema watching a movie for the first time and thinking to yourself, “Wow, this is why I love movies.” Project Hail Mary did that for me.

There is nothing quite like the feeling of refreshing Archive of Our Own (AO3) and finding out that someone wrote literally the perfect fic for your OTP (one true pairing, aka your favourite ship, aka your favourite relationship) or OT3 (think OTP but with polyamory).

Every sibling rivalry needs a popular culture phenomenon to cosplay their relationship, allowing their deep-seated love and loathing to flourish.

Over the course of the past six years, Industry has evolved from a raunchy, scathing critique of modern capitalism to an unrelenting, heart-pounding thriller–one which I believe to be the most electric show on TV right now.

Do you remember where you were when you heard that U.S. troops had withdrawn from Afghanistan in 2021?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.

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.

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.