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You might recognize Eleanor Friedberger as one half of experimental indie-pop duo the Fiery Furnaces. After the band went on hiatus in 2011, Eleanor didn't stop singing, and began working hard on her debut solo album, Last Summer. After the success of the NYC-inspired record, she set out to create a collection of songs that are more relatable and universal than her last. I'd say she hit the nail on the head with Personal Record (out June 4 on Merge), where you'll find songs like...
"Ugh, my jeans so do not fit anymore. I'm a cow!" "No way, I'M the cow! Just look at my cankles!" Yeah, we've all done it. Whether or not you admit it, we've all fat-talked. It's easy to do and it's so normalized that you might not even realize you're doing it. It becomes an automatic response. Psychologists define it as "the body-denigrating conversation between girls and women." While it might seem basically harmless, this type of infectious speech can be a major factor in eating...
An intimate look at a group of professionals creating something they felt proud of (as well as a survey of the changing landscape of American entertainment and culture in the early 1970s), this comprehensive history of The Mary Tyler Moore Show is as enjoyable as reruns of the classic show. Originally pitched as a show about a divorced career woman, and forcibly revised to feature a never-married protagonist, the show launched at a time when the one female executive at CBS had to share a...
In college my friends and I would always plan out an elaborate group Halloween costume involving the myriad lovable characters from Arrested Development. Everyone would argue over who they would be: should it be based on looks? Personality? Or just who your favorite character was? Needless to say, this idea never came to fruition, but that's probably because we didn't have this super helpful flow chart that determines which character you are! I discovered I'm Lucille Bluth, mostly because of my terrible winking skills. So...
I first saw Mykki Blanco perform in a grimy warehouse in Providence, Rhode Island. I was bone-tired after a week of grueling exams, and the only reason I was at the concert at all was because my friend dragged me to the performance, claiming I just had to see this. The venue was cramped, hot, and sweaty, and I almost felt myself regretting the decision until Mykki entered the room like a crescendo. She turned us all from exhausted students into her enthusiastic, ardent fans...