Like the audiences it is presented to, the show itself is changing and growing with the times. “Each iteration the work changes … constantly evolving as we evolve and as our world evolves,” Smith said.
Holiday movies sit with us so profoundly because its possibly one of our only formative experiences that does not betray us later in life. I know that the new Netflix Christmas movie is probably awful, but I still press play while I do my laundry because I know exactly how it will make me feel: warm and fuzzy.
It’s that time of year again — Christmas trees sit outside of hardware stores and string lights line rooftops. Cookies are in the oven and carols on the speakers. The holidays are here!
There are many things I love about December. Soft sweaters and fuzzy socks top the list, along with warm drinks and cozy nights. Behind the generalized jubilee, however, lies another reason for my Christmastime affection.
As I entered Literati, I walked by Grace Tulusan, author of “The Body Papers,” who sat in the back of the room with a small smile and an earnest glow in her eyes. The lights on the second floor of Literati Bookstore dimmed, and the seated audience murmured in quiet excitement as she weaved her way to the front.
After recently being added to the Subtle Depressed People Traits group on Facebook, I enjoyed laughing in my room late at night, scrolling from a macabre Winne the Pooh joke about mental illness to a self-deprecating tweet complaining about being lonely but never leaving the house. These are the jokes for the generation of kids who are trying to cope.