2 months ago, I started having to commute an hour to work every day. My music library on my iPhone was outdated, old. I wasn’t exactly tired of it, I’d just put it on shuffle or play an album I loved and zone out. I started spending less time at home, on my laptop…
America, a global superpower, one that has the resources to implement an integral step in curbing CO2 emissions, is set to withdraw from a treaty that was signed and agreed by governments across the world. Why, then, should China or India keep up their ends of the treaty? Why should Europe, or Russia, or Brazil, or anyone else? If America has pulled out and decided not to do the work, then why should we?
If his lyrics and video are any indication, he smashes up his old records and tells us he’s switching up his style for any lane. He pays tribute to sports cars with those name drops of a Blue Mulsanne and an SV Roadster. When he gets into that McLaren in the end with the panther, he’s literally speeding off for something better with a newfound fierceness. If you look very, very closely, you can probably see my eyes rolling off my head. Subtlety is truly a lost art form.
Anthony Hopkins did not send bloody fingernails to Jodie Foster on the set of Silence of the Lambs. Gunnar Hansen did not wait outside Marilyn Burns’ kids’ schools with a revving chainsaw during the filming of Texas Chainsaw Massacre. So why is Jared Leto getting away with sending live rats, dead pigs, used condoms, anal beads and sticky porn magazines to Margot Robbie and Will Smith?
Until the day he died, Hamilton was considered an outsider, an immigrant. Immigrant. That word is repeated, whispered, yelled, snarled and hurled out multiple times throughout the play by Aaron Burr, a man who started out in the same boat as Hamilton and jealously watched as his rival grew magnanimously in politics and journalism while he was left behind: “How dare he rise up? How dare he accomplish more than me even though I’m better than him?”