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I'm an Adult Who Loves Anime & I'm Not AshamedI am an adult and I am not ashamed to watch anime. Anime deals with an array of themes that entertain adults and children alike.
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Tim Burton and the Cult of the White FreaksBy Archita Mittra @archita_mittra QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This personal essay was previously published on Her Culture. When I was 12 or 13, I went through an intense punk phase, complete with electric blue highlights, ripped jeans, inscribing Green Day lyrics on the walls of my room, and a vocabulary of extremely colourful expletives. I was a devoted rebel without a cause. I was suffering from a severe identity crisis. I’ve always been a weird person. I’ve always liked the strange and eccentric characters. I took to writing emo poetry and creating morbid art, because I couldn’t speak, because for the most part of my childhood and my teenage years, I didn’t have the right words, the right face, the right personality, to fucking speak. I’m 20 now, and I still make morbid stuff, and things have changed, but only a bit. I close my eyes and I’m back there in that dark room with no light, a child with sewn lips, trying to articulate a trauma that knows no language. Somewhere in that demented darkness, I discovered, among other things, the films of Tim Burton. I fell in love with him and just some months back, I think, he betrayed me. This is why I almost didn’t write this article. Let me tell you why I fell for him in the first place. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Fucking ResilienceThere has been such a surge of hate towards anything or anyone that is different this past year. The pure vile that people contain shocked me as I watched millions vote for an unqualified man. A man that seemed to hate everything that did not mirror him. A man that promised change, change that so many Americans were desperate for, they were willing to trample on people who were weaker than them, different from them.
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365 Days. Five Stages.Denial. Something is wrong. Something must be wrong. There was a miscount. Look, the Electoral College doesn't match up. That screwed us. She got the popular vote, so there's no reason he could be... He can't be. It's just not possible. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
One Big Choir Drowning Out a WhistleBy Christopher Sloce QuailBellMagazine.com Terry Crews is the last person I ever expected to have anything in common with and what we did I wish we didn’t.
I wish I was as tall as he was, as handsome, as fit, as funny. I wish somehow when I got put into peewee football it’d have sparked a some long lost neuron and I’d have stuck with being a linebacker until I got scared of my brain looking like oat clusters and I got into acting. And he’s a good artist: I can’t even produce a straight line. He's the last person I would have expected to have been groped at a Hollywood party by a producer. Terry didn't reveal his assailant, just the anger and powerlessness he felt and the resulting desire for retaliation. That is the something I have in common with Crews. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Old Relationship EnergyOld Relationship Energy (ORE) isn’t as talked about as New Relationship Energy (NRE). It is a distinct relationship energy type that comes from knowing someone for a long time.
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Suburban Scorched EarthLast year, when I was going through a 2016 of anxiety, increasing self-doubt, and unfulfilling employment, I wrote a short review for Quail Bell about a book called Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng. In that, I toke about how Ng connected with me by writing about a girl named Lydia, whose death revealed the fragile, lonely person she really was. Naturally, I was hooked, and couldn’t stop recommending the book to people. I even got to meet Ng at the Association of Writers and Writing Programs 2017 conference in Washington D.C., where I rushed to get her to sign my copy of the book after awkwardly greeting her by saying “Hi. I love you.” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Flying to North Carolina and BackBy Beckah Porter QuailBellMagazine.com I’ve never missed a flight, I think in part because I get to the airport extremely early, constantly checking and rechecking my flight number and gate until it’s accidentally memorized, helping my anxiety. But mostly because I enjoy being in an airport more than I enjoy the act of flying.
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Some Thoughts About Nazi PunchingBy Leah Mueller QuailBellMagazine.com I refuse to punch Nazis to show I'm superior to them. It's like executing murderers, a valid idea on the surface, but when you think about details, the whole concept falls apart like sawdust in a hurricane. Consider it for a moment. |
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