Emily St. James is a writer and critic whose work has appeared in Vox, The A.V. Club, and the New York Times. She is the co-creator of the podcast Arden and a writer on the TV series Yellowjackets.
(I'm going to write about my favorite songs from musicals this week, because why not?) When I was 12, there was nothing I loved more than the music of Andrew Lloyd Webber. I hadn't really had access to pop music as a kid, due to my
When I was 11, there was no TV show I loved more than Mork & Mindy. It was a period in my life when my parents had just broken down and purchased a sizable satellite package. (We didn't have cable; instead, we had a large satellite dish constantly
Today, after I linked to an article I wrote about how I have a lot of streaming skepticism, particularly when you compare this era to the home video era, follower @RevDJEsq asked me if we were headed back to the era of the "Big Three," with three main
One of my favorite video game genres is the "tiny town you build in your phone" genre. I got hooked on it thanks to The Simpsons: Tapped Out, which is not a great game but is a soothing one. I like to check in every so often and
My first journalism job was at the small-town weekly newspaper my cousin operated. It was a place where the definition of "news" was about as elastic as you could possibly get, and it often included, say, photos of children lined up to show off being on the honor
There's been a lot of discussion in recent years about proper behavior on Twitter, which once seemed to me the very best social network out there and increasingly seems to me like the online equivalent of the film Warriors, roamed by seemingly endless series of angry gangs, who
Thanksgiving is the best TV holiday. I should make a caveat to that point. It's not the holiday with the best TV specials (that would still be Christmas). It's just the best holiday around which to center an episode of an ongoing TV show. Precisely the
Rather than prepare you an Episodes on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (as I had been planning), I somehow got distracted by thoughts of Walter Lord's terrific book, A Night to Remember, which led to me reading lots of things about the sinking of the
Recently, I hooked up a new printer. "New" is a bit of a misnomer. I've had it in a box for a few years, since my parents got it for me as a gift, and in all that time, I've had maybe four occasions
Everywhere you walk in Philadelphia, the floor creaks a little bit. This was true of the ancient, renovated row house I stayed in for the weekend I was there. It was true of the many little stores I stopped into. And it was true of the old university building where
(We're talking about scary stuff this week, all right?) In late November 1987, the city of Chicago was briefly seized by a crime that became terrifying precisely because it was so pointless. A man in a Max Headroom mask hijacked the signal of first WGN (famous for Cubs
(We're talking about scary movies and TV shows this week. It's a good week for it, don't you think?) I mentioned yesterday that I love horror perhaps above all other genres (though romance and sci-fi give it a run for its money), and if