A love letter to the Class Of 2024

Love letter to the class of 2024: A content kitten, now wearing a graduation cap. We’ve come a long way from lockdown.

From Covid to graduation, I find myself feeling school will never end, but also that it’s already over—a mix of senioritis and imposter syndrome.

Porco Rosso: Better a pig than a fascist

Porco Rosso, with scripted words reading: "I'd rather be a pig than a fascist.”

The German word “Fingerspitzengefühl,” means “instinctive feel or feeling; tact and sensitivity, fine feeling.” I think it can also be applied to artists.

TTC: A bad ex

I romanticize the hell out of the TTC, it’s the lifeblood of Toronto and it was a rite of passage to be allowed to ride on it alone. 

Toothless Tanks

Like Canada’s aircraft carriers, perhaps the age of Canada’s tanks has ended. Our military should let the pride go and help Canadians.

Sobey It

Moral philosophy is hard, but I know that cutting off a starving homie’s hand for stealing bread is royally fricked up. Prices are rapidly inflating, homelessness is rising and vibes […]

What Doesn’t Kill You

The city and the university have announced a plan for HoCo instead of acting like it doesn’t exist. Last year’s party got a little out of control. 

The Barbenheimer Phenomenon

“Barbie” and “Oppenheimer” create a bizarre contrast: gritty Cillian Murphy with a plastic Margot Robbie smiling back.