Trisha Paytas' I'm Sorry (2016) In 2016, before every apology came filtered through a skilled PR team and practiced script, there was post mukbang Trisha Paytas on the kitchen floor sobbing into a front-facing camera. Not after the backlash, not once things settled, but during. Mascara halfway down her face, on the third identity crisis of the week. A video simply titled “I’m Sorry”. Somehow, that was the content. Some may say this was when YouTube “popularized cancel culture

Reality Check: Inside America’s Next Top Model “You wanna be on top?” The question that’s reverberated through television speakers and for the past two decades. America’s Next Top Model opened each episode asking us – the audience, future contestants, and young fans; what would you do to win it all? Or maybe, more importantly, what wouldn’t you? It’s been 23 years since the first cycle of ANTM premiered, with a cast of characters emerging on our screen and Tyra Banks at the h

To witness such a dramatic cultural shift in my short twenty-four years of life is, predictably, quite jarring. As a teenager, I begged for parental permission to get on Instagram–I longed for the opportunity to curate the way my peers saw me with precision. My hair was long, frizzy, and the black winged eyeliner I painted on daily was often messy and uneven. Any chance to prove to my classmates that I wasn’t annoying and undesirable was an important one–the weight of th

There’s nothing more that infuriates the soul of an already stressed, one-hell-to-the-next appointed Pratt student than finally finding an hour or two gap in their schedule to visit the ARC yoga studio (which, by no means is a comfortable space to begin with), only to find the space being occupied, unannounced, by photoshoot equipment for the pampered basketball team, or a group exercise quietly added to the studio schedule without a timely update to the calendar— leaving no

Art by Angela Rische Why are so many members of the elite being outed as perverts, pedophiles, and sexual sadists? Lauren Berlant describes “cruel optimism” as an attachment to an idea, person, or thing that restricts your flourishing as an individual, such as drugs, violence, and the American dream. Our societal structure’s cruelly-optimistic, almost Stockholm-syndrome-y attachment to misogyny and sexual violence is what keeps the elite elite and the working class subjugated

“Stall Sanctuary” is a photo collage series that explores bathrooms as spaces that are both public and privately experienced. Focusing on women’s bathrooms, these stalls become informal archives. Confessionals of what people feel they cannot say unless protected by anonymity.

Art by Jaya Jerome New York is obsessed with the door, because the door is humiliating. The door is where the city’s most insecure men cosplay as bouncers. In many ways these men get the best of us. We dress up, doing our hair and makeup in hopes that they might deem us worthy of entering Basement’s sacred gates. But with the growth of social media, exclusive clubs and underground scenes have become more accessible than ever. Places, previously known as the “the spot” for a

Ever since I moved to New York City for Pratt, I had dreams of exploring the city with friends, hitting every museum/gallery, watching a play, maybe even pretending I understood a foreign film without subtitles. I made some friends and tried to make plans, but their responses were always “too busy, work,” or “that’s kinda far.” After a while, I realized it probably wasn’t just disinterest. Between Pratt’s workload and the overwhelming energy of New York itself, everyone alrea

Art by Kotoha Tanaka I want to see you and I don't want you to know who I am. We’d meet, simply. I'd be the barista at your favorite coffee shop. You, Baby, would smile so nicely and put a bill in the tip jar. Not for me, it's just something you do. You tip, you giggle, you make eye contact, you treat me like a human. I would notice you on the first day, you would barely catalog my face. Though after seeing me enough, you would start to smile and I would push it into conversa

Art by Isabella Mendez Chronically offline is the new online trend. Your phones are begging you to put them down and dust off the book on your shelf. And it’s not just your phones. You can say goodbye to your laptops, streaming services, and digital clocks. Digital is degrading. That is the message being pushed in the last few months surrounding screen time and the efforts to demolish it. Goodbye 2025 clutter and hello to filling that space with camcorders, CD players, Walkme