Why Bo Burnham’s “Eighth Grade” Gets It Right
“Let me sail, let me sail, let the Orinoco flow. Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli. Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash […]
“Let me sail, let me sail, let the Orinoco flow. Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli. Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash […]
When you’re a teenager in the public school system, there are few things harder to be than yourself. Adolescence is such a volatile period of insecurity that kids often create […]
“Baby get moving / Why keep your feeble hopes alive? / What are you proving? / You’ve got the dream but not the drive.” So sang Michael Gibson, bringing down […]