I was going to add some words about missing the early 2000s or something but Blingee wouldn’t let me. Honestly it’s just another way the decade of my youth has failed me.
How the “Reputation” artist is limited by her inability to not give a fuck
After subconsciously absorbing all the hype about Taylor Swift’s latest music video and upcoming album drop, I’ve been on a nostalgia-fueled binge that’s led me to wonder what it is about her present-day celebrity that makes her so damn unlikable.
Updating websites is hard. Most of the stories in my ‘Portfolio’ are from college, and I graduated in May! Right now, most of my current writing is on OceanCity.com and Shore Craft Beer.
This is me right now, on the inside. It’s also the whole world right now, on the outside.
I just finished season 3 of Twin Peaks (what I believe is probably the final season of the series) and oh boy, am I shook.
In general the media I’ve been consuming lately has really led me down a vortex of screaming, writhing existential anguish–and I’m talking media that includes sci-fi drama entertainment and real-world news outlets. More on that later. First, other than other than the all-consuming vortex, I should note that I’m doing relatively well. Aside from the occasional pangs of dread and terror, I’m doing my best to stay mentally and physically healthy, and it’s really hard sometimes, but I’m not going to let myself free-fall down a whirlwind of pain and suffering. I’m privileged enough to not have to.
Performers at the Vagina Monologues recite Eve Ensler’s “I Call You Body”
Two student performers stood side-by-side on stage in Potomac Lounge Saturday night, projecting to the crowd a shared monologue about their bodies and the bodies of women all around the world — bodies with “No gloves, no mask, no protection from the sun, or the boss, or the foreman, or the President.”
John Zervas and Gwen Lehman (the dream team)
I’ve been meaning to start blogging for awhile now, but I’ve been waiting and waiting indefinitely for something super exciting and blog-worthy to happen. I thought about waiting until graduation (only two months from now, dude! Whoa!), and soon after moving to Ocean City and beginning my life as a real, non-student working girl.
Then I got impatient and decided to start blogging today. It’s my first ‘day off’ of spring break, because for the past three days, I’ve been directing a short film. Sunday was my official directorial debut, which happened at the Atlantic United Methodist Church on 4th street, in Ocean City, because OC in the off-season is secretly an aesthetically perfect but totally underutilized location for shooting a film.
Photo by William Strang-Moya
The Oven, in addition to being a Baltimore-based theatre troupe made up of Towson alums, is a social action group whose performances take on one of the world’s highest-grossing criminal enterprises. The Oven’s goal is to take an issue as big as sex trafficking and show audiences the human side of the multi-billion-dollar illegal industry.
Senay Fisseha, Amanda Ferrarese and Mark Bessler in a still from their GoFundMe video. Photo courtesy of Amanda Ferrarese
Electronic media and film major and senior Amanda Ferrarese’s upcoming original production, “Darling,” is based largely on her own coming-of-age story, but fiction easily finds its way in.
““Darling” tells the story of a young woman, Evie Darling, who, upon finishing her first year of college and learning of her parents’ recent separation, decides that she can’t return home,” Ferrarese said. “It’s too heavy.”