Look, I’m not stupid. I just feel like I am only getting dumber with every passing day. I don’t know if it’s the ultimately crushing feeling I get when a possible employer asks me why I didn’t study marketing, or if it’s my inability to just sit down and write a paper like I used to– but it’s something.Continue reading
One time, in half-hearted jest, my dad joked that I decided my academic interests by sorting a list of degrees ranked by earning potential from low to high. He’s not really wrong– I am a generally okay person but also generally impractical. I want to study gender and books and culture and don’t want to get a job or pay bills or be responsible.
Some of you never felt like you were funnier than your peers as a child, and it shows.
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Last weekend, our writer Tyler Raso put dozens of Thrill headlines into a bot, and then forced the bot, against its and our will, to generate content for us. Every day this week, one article on the site will be one of the prompts the bot generated. These are our stories.
Cows are everywhere. Here are some bot suggestions for our favorite cows.
Do you ever find yourself creating complex narratives of the events that lead to one person paying another person via Venmo? How often is too often to scroll through your Venmo feed? These questions are pressing to me. It’s Halloween and nothing is spookier than a Venmo mystery left unsolved. In the spirit of these cold cases, I thought would explore some examples of Venmo transactions that I’ve been overthinking recently, along with a brief analysis.
Are you one of the five people I know dressing up as sexy Philander Chase? Are you proud of your witty Olin / Mod / Graham Gund / Our Path Forward costume? Or maybe are you just wearing all red and not coming home after a night out, thus calling yourself a Peirce cup? Continue reading