Cameron Esposito and the comedienne who opened for her, Rhea Butcher, proved to be the two hip funny lesbians I never knew I needed. Read more…
Archive for Mariah Oxley
(‘16, English) is from Minneapolis, “The Pittsburgh of the Midwest.”
I just met a girl named Maria [Bamford]
We are not the same person. Read more…
My Evening Without Cheryl Strayed
imagesBy(Cecily) I really wasn’t there to see Cheryl (and I didn’t). I was there to wait in line.
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Seven Tips In Case You Find Yourself Invited To The Mongolian Coachella
“You gotta go!” they said. “It’s just like ‘Coachella,’” they said.
“Except with more cow shit,” they said—but that time kind of under their breath and turned away so you weren’t really sure if you heard them correctly.
Almost, a Real Review: On Rom-Coms and School Plays
Almost, Maine was a series of romantic vignettes staged in Haus Mitt’s backyard and directed by sophomore Patty Hamilton. The play is a close relative of “Love, Actually,” except in “Love, Actually” your boyfriend won’t shrink two and a half feet because you left him and no one carries around their broken heart in a Ziploc baggie.
Pretty Lights: A Love Story
Act One: Odesza
The Players:
Stout Boy
D.U.G. (Distinctly Unlikeable Girl)
Lanky Boy
A Game of Cat and Mouse where the Mouse Gets its Ass Beat A Review of 'Dead Certain'
I emerged from Andrey Esterlis and Diana Brown’s “Dead Certain” vomit free.
Here at the Arts Review we have a term for that: “personal growth.”
Mostly About Being Vomited On: A Review of City and Colour
A stranger vommed on my knee last week.
It was really gross and I’m still salty about it.
It’s one thing if a comrade voms on my knee while we’re yukking it up in a fine fraternal establishment, but this was a STRANGER. Who knows what was in this driddie[1]’s diet? She might be the type that digs up Popeye’s fish fillet sandwiches from garbage cans! Like a raccoon, a dirty barfing raccoon. Eugh.