Michael Musto argues that wearing rose-colored glasses always leads to an unfair distortion — looking back on the best of the past while comparing it to the worst of the present.
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The Problem With Nostalgia
Michael Musto argues that wearing rose-colored glasses always leads to an unfair distortion — looking back on the best of the past while comparing it to the worst of the present.
Posted inArts & Culture, Essays & Criticism, Feature, Nonfiction, Story
Take Script, Add Snow
The psychology behind America’s obsession with Hallmark Christmas movies.
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That’s All, Folks! The End of the Blockbuster Era in Alaska
At the end of July, no one in Alaska will be able to “Make it a Blockbuster Night!”
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“99 Luftballons” and the Grim Fairy Tales of ’80s West Germany
On storytelling in the shadow of Chernobyl, U.S. military planes, and not-so-distant German history.
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Children of ‘The Cloud’ and Major Tom: Growing Up in the ’80s Under the German Sky
“In the sky you could watch history happen as though on the world’s most massive TV, and history’s wreckage could rain down on you at the park with your friends.”
Posted inEssays & Criticism, Nonfiction, Story, Unapologetic Women
Yearning for My Emo Days in Nostalgia-Inducing Asbury Park
Mabel Rosenheck looks back at a group of friends, and a music festival on the Jersey Shore, that came along when she needed them most.
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Yearning for My Emo Days in Nostalgia-Inducing Asbury Park
Mabel Rosenheck looks back at a group of friends, and a music festival on the Jersey Shore, that came along when she needed them most.
Posted inEditor's Pick
Yearning for My Emo Days in Nostalgia-Inducing Asbury Park
A personal essay in which writer Mabel Rosenheck considers her nostalgia for a key time in her life: the summer of 2003, when she was a young, depressed adult attending the Surf & Skate music festival in Asbury Park with friends in a similar emotional space, whom she’d met on the internet.
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Sometimes a Bowl of Soup is Just a Bowl of Soup
And sometimes it’s the embodiment of the cages of wealth and privilege we build around ourselves.