Its A Time Capsule

Who needs humility when you can sell out on the internet~

I think it’s really interesting how media can affect people, long after they’ve seen it. In late 2021 my friends were coming to visit me where I lived in New York City, I wanted something fun for us to do. None of the Broadway shows interested us at all, so I started looking into odd Broadway productions. I’m not entirely sure how I came across it, but eventually I came to a contender. ‘The Antelope Party’ It was a black comedy about bronys and their new neighborhood watch. Me and me friends were chronologically online autistic adults in our 20’s, and mild MLP enjoyers, so we had to see this show. I didn’t do much more research then that, I bought the tickets and I waited for the date.

The night of, we got bodega sandwiches and walked to the theater, that was coincidentally very close to my house. This isn’t important, but I remember it.

Inside, the stage was very small, decorated like someone’s basement living room, with of course a bit of pony flair. I was looking forward to a comedic night. Nothing could have prepared me for the cutting fascist allegories and bleak events that unfolded in front of me over the next few hours, like an impending train wreck you couldn’t look away from. 

It’s clearly been a few years since I’ve seen it, and you know what? I don’t even remember how it ended, aside from the fact it was ambiguous and me and my friends disagreed on what it meant. But I do remember how it made me feel, the clear demonstration of the paradox of tolerance, of how corrupting power and authority can be. At the time, it was extremely relevant in the climate, proud boys running rampant. It still feels relevant now, and it’s somewhat crushing to be part of such a small number of people who got to see it. There were a few other productions around the country, but I don’t think it got the credit it deserved. You can buy and read the script for 15 dollars. More people should know about The Antelope Party. 

As a Otome enjoyer, I give Tokyo Debunker 1/10 stars for its use of Ai art, generally bland and unlikable character designs, no choice of gender, and most importantly, because Gojo is there.

How do I get a job as the person who writes the short stories in middle school textbooks? I want to traumatize a generation and then have them be talked about 10 years later on the TikTok equivalent in a video stretched over three parts that are each sponsored by a different meal box subscription.

“Pink Heart Jam” is just “Given” for porn enjoyers with less patience.

He walked, so he could walk a little faster I guess run. Never forget that.

Move over Aoba cake, there’s a new twink sheriff in town

Lychee light club really is a great cautionary tale about the damage of unchecked toxic masculinity, misogyny and herd mentality in young boys. But freaks just boil it down to “Toxic yaoi” 🤢

I don’t CARE about sex just put your fingers in my mouth and pretend you’re giving me a root canal