pop culture

Epic love stories and relationships as depicted in pop culture, though it rarely turns out like that in real life.

#Staysafe #Stayindoors #StayoutoftheWater?
We’ve all seen it, and if we haven’t seen it, we’re aware of it. That’s the power of influential movies. We all remember Spielberg’s use of the dolly zoom, Roy Scheider’s look of terror and dread, and the sound of people screaming…and little Alex being pulled from his yellow lilo in a great splash of water and a cloud of red blood. And of someone shouting “shark!”
By Andrew Kyle 4 years ago in Humans
Monsters. . .
While there is no shortage of serene and benevolent buddhas, Buddhist folklore abounds with hell-raising zombies, vampires, ghouls, and ogres. But they’re not just the stuff of myth and legends. Depending on whom you ask, these ferocious monsters are thought to be as real as you or me, or serve as potent symbols of our less enlightened sides.
By J34 years ago in Humans
The Curious Case of Benjamin Simmons
You can’t play hard to get when nobody wants you. This is the simple irony at the heart of the Ben Simmons case, that glorious, juicy, cringe-worthy train-wreck that we just can’t take our eyes off of.
By Eric Dovigi4 years ago in Humans
Abdulrazak Gurnah-Nobel Prize winner of Literature of 2021
STOCKHOLM (AP) - A British-based Tanzanian writer, Abdulrazak Gurnah, who has experience traveling across continents and cultures to write his novels on migration that affects people and society, won the Nobel Prize in Literature on Thursday. Gurnhah, a retired professor of English literature and post-university literature at the University of Kent, received a call from the Swedish Academy in his kitchen in Canterbury, southeast of England, thinking it was a prank. Born in Zanzibar in 1948, he arrived in England as a refugee in the late 1960's.
By Shreya Poudel4 years ago in Humans
Ear Candy: 808's and Stomachaches
Hip-hop music, with its clever wordplay and pulsating beats, scores the perfect Halloween playlist. Whether you're looking to dance, raid the candy bowl, or hang out with your boo, these tracks are sure to inspire something spooky in even the most reserved of Halloween participants. Here, I will walk you through why these tracks are certain to underscore the sweetest of sugar comas.
By Cali Loria4 years ago in Humans
The Rasquache Foundation of Recycled Playgrounds
When I was growing up, my elementary school featured a recreation area with an entire set of toys and equipment designed with all sorts of recognizable recycled materials just about everyone is quite familiarized with from car tires to wooden pallets; through the eyes of a child, you would never tell the difference between what I had versus the average manufactured playground in your local park due to the superb paint job. This subtle incorporation of green consciousness as well as its integration being so seamless despite being unorthodox by nature greatly resembles pieces classified under Rasquache practices as it “comes from the discards, fragments, and even recycled everyday materials [...] to make the most from the least.” The practice of building a playground consisting of repurposed commodities accurately demonstrates the elements of stance, aesthetic, and function found in Rasquache practices as it reusing commonly tossed resources once used throughout a long period of time (essentially getting a second chance), proudly displays a lower economic status or underdog perspective in a public setting, and ushers a firm sense of utility in the final product.
By Josh Cook5 years ago in Humans
How Avengers: Endgame Changed My Life
Picture the scene if you will: it's 2019, you love movies and you've dutifully watched (almost) every installment of the MCU for the past eleven years. You've booked a double bill screening to see Infinity War and Endgame back-to-back, Endgame starting at one minute past midnight so you can be one of the first audiences in the world to see it. The cinema is busier than it often is at social hours of the day, lots of people are dressed up, and you can feel the excitement buzzing in the air. The film lives up to the hype, everybody gasps and laughs together, and you leave with a bubble of happiness around your little soul. It's still intact as you get into work the next morning. Yes you're a bit tired but you're on time and you do your damn job like you always do. One of your colleagues asks you how the film was and your boss overhears and accuses you, in front of your colleague and potentially customers, of being unprofessional. The bubble of happiness is well and truly disintegrated. You hold it together, hearing them talking about you to your colleague while they think you're out of earshot, until lunch when you cry in a public place, call your Mum, and then promptly hand in your four weeks notice when you get back.
By Angela Nolan5 years ago in Humans
America Don’t Have Talent
The names have been changed to keep their anonymity and time distorted the memory of the event, so it might not be as accurate as I wish it would be. However, I did my best to stay as close as possible from the truth I know. It’s as close as I could get from reality. If I remember correctly, it was in 2012, but I might be wrong and it’s just a detail anyway. Enjoy the story.
By Calie Judy Brooks5 years ago in Humans
Young fun. Top Story - September 2021.
“Where were you in ‘62?” That was the ad for the movie American Graffiti. I was seven or eight years younger than those sixties kids in the movie. My story starts in the fall of that year, but it takes flight in 1963.
By Paul A. Merkley5 years ago in Humans
The weed of youth
Yep! This is about the time we adventured into the world of high school experimenting into passing the reefer roll around.
By Novel Allen5 years ago in Humans
The Day Lady Gaga Met Me
Facebook enjoys reminding me of how I’ve aged right before the social network’s eyes. Every day it flashes “Memories” of comments, tags, and photos of what I did in years past.
By Greyson Ferguson5 years ago in Humans
Kate Bush v Tori Amos
It was the mid 80s. I was in a hot car, staring out an open window with my hand riding the rippling air of teenage angst and drama. This journey always managed to send me into a state of mental dreariness, particular during the monotonous landscape miles, which felt like slow motion driving over a B-grade movie set. We regularly travelled this 60 minute journey which took us from a beautiful farm into the nearest decent sized town of 3,000 people. During these trips, if the radio managed to crackle into existence, the local station became my vocal pinnacle and I would mumble along to legendary Australian rock, anticipating the occasional mind bend upon hearing international music
By Merry Adams5 years ago in Humans