No one wants the sad girl, capable of feelings. Feelings are sticky, so too many will hold you down, stuck where you stand– a highly unattractive concept for a generation that only wishes to keep barreling along: to the future, to the better, to the anywhere-but-here.
Prisoner has all the trappings of a good breakup album, but everything I read insisted that both parties had moved on and were happily dating other people. Their divorce was over and both had moved on. But I couldn’t.
An open letter to the parent who abandoned me.
While it may be tempting to ditch the classics and forge new traditions, this year’s Nutcracker from Boston Ballet makes a case for top priority.
Like Springsteen’s career-defining 1975 run at the Bottom Line or the Grateful Dead’s acid-test gigs in the mid-‘60s, I could not help but wonder if a night like this would be the what biographers and impassioned bloggers will later put into history.
Riana Wrote That 