Like any sitcom created before the mid-aughts—around the time Hollywood started doing the bare minimum to give space to marginalized people—‘Friends’ has not aged well.
As the music crescendos, you fall, and then you fall some more. A portal, unused for twenty years, cracks open, and then—here you are again.
In writing for TV, I’m committed to doing what I can to wave the Black-femme-boy flag. We deserve to be heroes.
The filmmaker’s retreat from the conventions of Socialist realism—patriotism, militarism, subservience—becomes a journey to locate the self outside the strictures of state ideology.
Being a girl meant minimizing myself and my needs, but Miss Scarlet embodied glamour, power and possibility in an unapologetically femme package.
Mowing the lawn is a frivolous act.
I’m a queer, northeast girl with southern roots, and no one has captured that duality quite like Kacey Musgraves.
The show went a step further than other cartoons of the time: It showed young women intentionally building a life together.
To refresh our sense of empathy we have to expose ourselves to other perspectives. In the news, in literature, in life.
All my life, I had looked for answers in books, and I was no different when it came to endometriosis.