“Columns” Articles

Now that Ronin is “out there” again, Clint can’t let the wrath reserved for Ronin fall on someone else, let alone a kid who needs his help. 

Nate’s finally getting a taste of what it feels like to be on top, and he likes it. 

With an MLM, you give yourself over; you sell yourself to the business because you are the product. They make money off you and if you make any money, it’s off your downline.

Shang-Chi’s actualization into an MCU superhero gives us a hero who comes from a culture that is more we-focused than me-focused, and I see that as a good thing.

In a variety of ways, The Mysterious Benedict Society series is more emotive and less disciplined than its print counterpart.

In The Mysterious Benedict Society,“going” isn’t intrinsically good or bad: it depends on how you are going…and whom you are going with.

What I discovered in My Last Name is a story that has continued to help me process not just the grief and disillusionment of these last several months, but diagnose some of our current cultural ills, as well. 

The Mysterious Benedict Society poses deep, perhaps insoluble, questions related to the subject of truthfulness.

The Mysterious Benedict Society insists that true unity proceeds through difference, not in spite or in opposition to difference.

The Mysterious Benedict Society episode “A Whisper, Not a Shout” shares with its source material an emphasis on the importance of small, seemingly insignificant acts.

It feels weird admitting that something as trivial as a Marvel movie thrust open theism back to my consciousness.

Mr. Curtain in The Mysterious Benedict Society series differs from his counterpart in the novel but nicely satirizes the quintessential twenty-first-century tech baron.

The Variant Lokis embody the literal thousands of branches the God of Mischief’s life could have taken.

With Bridgerton, viewers show up for an uncharacteristically steamy Regency romance that delivers on the tropes but also delivers a thoughtful exploration of female agency in male-dominated Regency England.

So now you had a nationwide craze over a genre of music that barely existed (having just broken off from Motown and R&B), based on a piece of long-form journalism that was entirely fictional and a movie made by people with no real connections to the original disco scene.

At the very least, even if you learn that much of what you loved was an illusion or enchantment, your pain is the grief of something real.