Author: ALEX DYER

Multiple Grammy nominee Phoebe Bridgers took the Saturday Night Live stage Feb. 6, bringing her Midwestern “Omaha sound” to New York City.

As I lay in my bed at night, final exams and the holidays approaching like a festive freight train, nothing calms my nerves quite like Spotify’s “Christmas Cocktail Jazz” playlist.

This lockdown, we have been constantly searching for and craving respite from our increasingly monotonous lives.

The nominations for the 63rd Grammy Awards have been announced, and—oh boy—there are a lot of them.

On Nov. 8, the TV industry and dedicated Jeopardy! fans incurred a serious loss with the death of Alex Trebek, the program’s omniscient and charming host. Trebek, who hosted the game show from 1984 until his death, succumbed to pancreatic cancer at 80 years old last Sunday.

As the proliferation of reboots, remakes, revivals, and spinoffs increases with time, it becomes easier and easier to make the case that there’s no longer any sincerity or authenticity on television.

I spent a lot of my free time this year watching the United States struggle greatly with a push for social justice. As far as civil rights go, our country’s division has reached a level we haven’t seen since the 1960s.