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When I was a little girl, all I could dream about was getting married. And coming from a traditional Lebanese family, (pre-societal advancements), only bolstered such a dream of a Valentine. This caused me to place “Find Prince Charming”at the top of my priorities list. Man, was I an idiot. I grew up and realized
It didn’t matter whether the copper-red dye in my hair had faded to a dull, brassy tone. It didn’t matter whether my hair had returned to its original brunette luster. And it didn’t matter whether my curls now cascaded and bounced just past the middle of my back. Because the split ends still remained. Those
January 29, 2019 came and went and you were probably hoping for an explanation for why nerds all around the world went berserk After all, what was this Kingdom Hearts (KH) that everyone was losing their marbles over? Welp, allow me to explain. Kingdom Hearts is a video game franchise that was first released all
Tristan Ludlow lunged in front of his stroke-stricken father, Colonel William Ludlow, unable to fathom another loss after his wife and younger brother. His ragged, gurgled bawl clogged his throat of his stoic demeanor. A piercing shot cracked through the sky and Tristan’s arched arms remained frozen in the air. His face
A combination of endless Facebook review posts and Netflix’s percent match caused me to succumb to watching what the majority of social media has been on the rage about this past month: You. No not you, reader, but “You,” as in the 10-episode season released first on Lifetime back in September and on
You post happy, inspirational posts. They assume you’re always happy– when you’re trying to be strong. You post a picture of yourself smiling. They think you’re showing your happiness off–when you were just in a slump two minutes ago and trying to be confidently positive.You post a pic with a friend. They assume you’re surrounded
Does anyone ever go on social media and close it upon being greeted by such an immensely negative environment and just needing to distance yourself from it? I’m not talking about the faux air of a happy, perfected life that people display. I’m talking about the cluster-block of self-deprecation, self-pity, and lack of self-respect posts
Whenever a new Christopher Nolan film rolls into theaters, it isn’t a surprise that both media and fans alike immediately jump on the lauding-wagon and repeatedly praise the Oscar-winning director. After all, aside from the obvious ‘Oscar-winning director’ comment I just made, Nolan continuously introduces both new ideas and experimental film concepts to the film
I’ll admit, a complicated combination of study-time, finals, and essentially a bit of vacation time and laziness have caused me to fall of the grid of film reviews for quite some time. But guess what—I’m back. Shady’s back. Back again, with a friend—ok, I’ll stop. Two things lead me to choosing this film: Elijah Wood
Yellow Fever officially marks the first movie I’ve seen at my first ever film festival I’ve attended (Sonoma Film International Film Festival). Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what you’re gonna say. ‘Well how can you be a film critic then if you’ve never been to a film festival?’ *Uses Italian finger gesture* One: I can—although