Jareth didn’t give a flying flip about anything but power. For so many eighties kids, especially goth and goth-adjacent ones, David Bowie’s spiky-haired antagonist in Jim Henson’s cult classic Labyrinth was an awakening of one sort or another. Whether he first taught one about men in makeup, mind games, moral ambiguity or the importance of... Continue Reading →
Artist. (Narcissist, Sad-sack, Overgrown Child, Performative Mourner.)
It probably goes without saying that if you take yourself too seriously in middle school, you're gonna have a target on your back. If you're angsty and emotional - maybe most especially if you're angsty and emotional AND make art about it AND have the gall to show that art to people - you're gonna... Continue Reading →