There’s an essay to be written about how Survivor, the longest-running reality competition ever, has lasted 20 years and 40 seasons thanks
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I go home to San Diego, Calif., only twice during the academic year: winter break and spring break. Though I always look forward to spending time with the sacred home-from-college triad of family, friends, and pets, the thought of Californian
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Picture this: Two white boys. One gay and tall, the other short and straight. A third boy, Latino, with an ambiguous sexual orientation, is medium-sized. It’s April. Springtime. They are stranded in
Why does Twitter hate American Dirt? Macmillan Publishers released Jeanine Cummings’ fourth novel with every advantage an author could hope for: a seven-figure advance, an endorsement from Oprah’s Book Club, positive blurbs
Mestizaje has haunted the latine experience since the colonial project’s conception. This ghost emerges from the open grave of latinoamerica’s violent birth solely to remind those of us who identify as mestizo
There’s an essay to be written about how Survivor, the longest-running reality competition ever, has lasted 20 years and 40 seasons thanks to its sometimes careful, sometimes clumsy balance between ritual and
Every awards show has its controversy: who should’ve won, who shouldn’t have worn that dress. This year’s Grammys were no different. Billie Eilish—Gen Z superstar with ink for tears—swept the Big Four
A few weeks back, I spent a Friday night on the third floor of the Institute Library, Connecticut’s oldest private circulating library, drinking beers and listening to jazz LPs with a couple
When I visit the Grove Street Cemetery, I look for languages. Scattered among the headstones, I often find Latin or Hebrew, but some days I find Russian, Arabic, or Chinese. One of
Last semester, I took an anthropology class called Technology and Culture that led me to rethink many forms of entertainment I encountered in childhood and consider how my experiences of them have
I go home to San Diego, Calif., only twice during the academic year: winter break and spring break. Though I always look forward to spending time with the sacred home-from-college triad of
There’s no escaping my mother’s scathing jabs at my light-wash mom jeans every visit home. The irony of this recurring exchange never fails to amuse me. Does my mother take pride in
