If The Party’s Where You’re At, Then Let Me Know: How Jagged Edge Crossed Over and United a Nation

If The Party’s Where You’re At, Then Let Me Know: How Jagged Edge Crossed Over and United a Nation

Life is hard. It’s a cliché, but lord knows often it is all too true. In the ever-fading days of youth, we tend to forget what makes us human; what makes us beautiful as a species. It is our inherent ability to rise from the fruit of our faults and become greater than we thought we could be. Jack Nicholson’s Jack Torrance from The Shining quotes the brilliantly brief age-old elucidation into mankind’s most futile ritual- “all work and no play make Jack a dull boy.” If there is not joy to life, if there is no pleasure, what is our purpose? To live life without a shred of gratification would be to fail as a human being. Enter late spring, 2001. America is unaware of the perilous age that lies ahead. On the radio, one particular song was set to take over the summer. That song would be the inverse credo of that damning proverb. Perhaps we could do ourselves a favor and think back to a time when a group of young men from Atlanta and their friend from St. Louis asked the simplest of questions- “Where the Party At?”

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F*ck Serial Killers.

We have to stop giving serial killers what they want. 

As a self-certified armchair detective, I believe I’ve pinpointed a major flaw in the system that’s essentially rewarding serial killers for their monstrous deeds. Our problem is once we catch serial killers, the media covers their stories with a sick fascination that borders on reverence. We give them exotically terrifying monikers like Jack The Ripper, The Killer Clown, The Werewolf of Wysteria, The Night Stalker. We describe them as ‘evil geniuses’ who ‘managed to elude the police for decades,’ further glorifying them. We romanticize their horrific crimes in graphic detail, enabling them to relish in reliving the feeling of gratification from taking a life.

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Lover: Four writers examine Taylor Swift’s latest album

Lover: Four writers examine Taylor Swift’s latest album

Taylor Swift may be the only artist who can dominate digital sales, streaming, and physical product sales. Because of this, a new album from her is a big deal. Four of our writers have spent time with Lover, the seventh album from Swift, which was released yesterday. Here are their thoughts.

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Concerning the new Popeyes Chicken Sandwich

Concerning the new Popeyes Chicken Sandwich

In Spring of 2017, I ate dinner at Del Frisco’s, a lavish and glitzy steakhouse located on the fifty-second story of The Prudential Center in Boston. Del Frisco’s menu features everything you would imagine from a place frequented by the East Coast aristocracy, while the stone and metal interior is so ornately accented by crystal chandeliers and reclaimed wood you begin to understand why the one-percent is so keen on holding onto this lifestyle. Between the forty-five day dry-aged steak that melted in my mouth, the handcrafted cocktails that flowed with more life and vitality than The Euphradis, and my date’s seven course meal (each paired with its own top-shelf wine), the check came out to roughly what I pay per month in rent. This menu should be printed, un-altered, and distributed as a pamphlet to spark the proletariat uprising. 

After I sucked the last morsels of meat off the t-bone, I leaned back in my chair, my belly full of a cow that probably had a higher quality of life than myself, and my eyes drifted out the window, soaking in a Boston Harbor being swaddled in the twilight of a setting Sun. After a moment, my gaze came back across the table, and I stared into the eyes of the woman I loved, hoping time would stand still and we would never leave. Continue reading “Concerning the new Popeyes Chicken Sandwich”