There’s a specific kind of disaster that starts with… absolutely nothing. No betrayal. No villain. No “big moment.” Just two adults, a missing twenty euros, and a room that smells like old coffee and institutional despair. The Teacher’s Lounge is a perfect case study in human overreaction: we don’t need a real problem — just a corridor, a rumor, and one anxious person with access to email. I watched it thinking: “This is Goldman Sachs, but with crayons instead of laptops.” “

Why Halloween Captivates Us If your favorite holiday is Halloween — I like you. Because you live between worlds. Half in daylight, half in shadow. Still curious about what’s on the other side. Halloween was the first American holiday I ever loved. The Fourth of July smelled like burnt meat and panic. Thanksgiving was about food I couldn’t identify and sports I couldn’t care less about. But Halloween was honest. Death is universal — and Halloween is the only holiday brave en

The Beautiful and the Disgusting Not a single sympathetic person. Everyone’s disgusting. Even Cate Blanchett — luminous, untouchable Cate Blanchet t — looks repulsive here. The camera hates her. And it’s mutual. You can almost feel her glaring back, as if saying: don’t you dare find meaning in this mess. This show is pure desperation — the kind that leaks through every human connection when people stop pretending they love. Pitiless. Senseless. Random. Like somebody tried to

Imagine I tell you that there’s a tiny teapot floating somewhere between Earth and Mars. ☕🪐 You can’t see it through a telescope, but I...