This morning I am reevaluating teens as a demographic entirely. First they swear they still make phone calls, then Noisey goes and launches Teen Time!, which is pretty much a high-profile LiveJournal powered by a witty teen named Eli who talks about Biggie, goths, and why he hates Mondays.
Like a bad case of déjà vu, last night carried the news that just one week after the grand jury in St. Louis failed to indict Darren Wilson for the killing of Michael Brown, police officer Daniel Pantaleo will not be indicted for the killing of Eric Garner. Protests erupted across NYC alongside the tree lighting at Rockefeller Center and other Christmasy hootenanny. The effect was disturbingly dissonant:
Photo credit: GQisreal.
Twitter started a disturbingly brilliant #CrimingWhileWhite hashtag to illustrate just how deep white privilege runs. It’s times like these where it’s hard to negotiate living in the real world vs. the art world.
In Beautiful by Night, filmmaker James Hosking chronicles the life of aging drag queens in the last gay bar in San Francisco’s Tenderloin district.
Through all ages and all civilizations, hermits have existed. In ancient China, they scurried off to the mountains, in Byzantium they hoarded away in pillars. Today, they get a book deal.
Bryan Vandyke explores the fault in our rock stars.
Despite what you may read (ahem, New York Times), the decline of the divorce rate doesn’t mean American marriages are all that peachy keen.
Playing a semi-fictionalized version of yourself in a movie could be grating, but the trailer for Chris Rock’s Top Five looks like it’s going to be pretty fucking excellent: