The Script
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Renting Affection Is No Different Than Paying for Sex
Renting a family in Japan seems pathetic to us. But paying a therapist to listen is noble. The difference? We're better at lying to ourselves. A thread on why all our connections are…
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The Most Toxic Love Story We All Romanticize
Waiting 400 years for someone isn’t love. It’s mental illness with fangs. Luc Besson sells us Dracula’s story as “a love story” when what it really shows is the most toxic obsession ever…
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In Case I Don’t See You
Meryl slept with Truman for years faking. Sylvia loved him watching TV. Both built on sand. The question isn't whether Truman escaped. It's whether we can escape our own lies.
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Idealized Love: When Calling After 9 PM Was Too Late
Remember when falling in love meant dialing a landline and praying their mom wouldn’t pick up? In the 90s, calling someone was a declaration: before 8 AM you were insane, after 9 PM…
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Woman of Tomorrow: James Gunn Bets $200 Million on DC’s Most Brutal Superheroine
Forget everything you think you know about Supergirl. She’s not Superman’s optimistic cousin who smiles while saving kittens. She’s not the sanitized version we saw on The CW series. James Gunn and Craig…
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Wuthering Heights: Emerald Fennell Dares to Tackle Literature’s Most Toxic Romance
There are books that divide people. Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights is one of those: you either love it madly or detest it with your whole soul. There’s no middle ground. Now Emerald Fennell,…
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When You Got Off the Wrong Train
I arrived with suitcases not understanding what you said, begging without words for you to say stay. I brought the plane ticket, the cowardice, and the illusion that a kiss would be enough…
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The Sounds of Terror
Our ears reveal what our eyes don’t perceive. With a sound we can tell if danger is near or far, if what lurks the path is large. Even deafening silence gives us signals…
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Deprived of Liberty
There’s no more magic hidden behind the moon. Its eternal brightness no longer accompanies my steps. Now I drive during the day, and as soon as dusk approaches, it locks me in and…
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The Last Heartbeat
If only the darkness would stop calling me, in my last heartbeat. If only the edge of that voice didn’t cut me, perhaps I could move forward in my life. But no, it’s…
