Julia Lloyd-George

Leisure

Idiot Box: All the single ladies, grab your claymores

Fantasy is a tricky genre for television, easily blown out of proportion and easily dismissed as a juvenile art form when dragons or witches are involved. Though shows with big... Read more

By September 25, 2014

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Idiot Box: Zuck it, Silicon Valley is the new Wall Street

Let me get something out of the way: I am not a techie. Though my parents marvel at my ability to perform such Herculean tasks as shutting down a computer... Read more

By September 11, 2014

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Idiot Box: Broad City leads pave way for female-driven comedy

It’s impossible to tell whether the creators of the Comedy Central series Broad City drew any inspiration from Tyga’s classic 2012 single “Rack City” in a brainstorming session, but it’s... Read more

By August 28, 2014

Features

Not crazy, just a little unwell: Mental health at Georgetown

On the outside, a visit to Georgetown's Counseling and Psychiatric Services may appear trivial or commonplace, no different from the typical routine for a doctor’s appointment—but the decision to seek out CAPS at all can be monumental. To students affected, recognizing and addressing a mental health problem carries far greater weight than does of a physical disorder, since the stigma surrounding mental health is so deeply entrenched in our society and on our high-powered, high-achieving campus.

By November 14, 2013

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Idiot Box: Let’s talk about sex, baby

It’s all in the title. Masters of Sex, a new series from Showtime that premiered in late September, is practically an invitation in itself. The ‘s’ sounds blend perfectly, rolling off your tongue as you say such an attention-grabbing phrase aloud. If you’re in a public place, heads might turn. Conscious of its obvious allure, however, the show does not rely on superficial appeal alone.

By November 14, 2013

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Idiot Box: Smells like teen spirit

I was an awkward teenager. That hardly makes me an anomaly, but the levels of angst accompanying that particular state of being reached the kind of heights that every misfit seems to think is unique to them. Of course, the irony is that this is a fairly universal condition among people navigating new identities and social strata, even as the hierarchies of high school appear to be carved in stone. Everything seems inflated beyond belief, every interaction a subject to be endlessly analyzed, and every embarrassment a potential reason to leave the country.

By October 31, 2013

Voices

Sexual assault a cultural problem, not a self-help issue

The first time I got drunk, I was 17 and at my cousin’s house in London. I’d had alcohol before, but never enough to feel that hazy lightness I’d heard... Read more

By October 24, 2013

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Idiot Box: Primetime has gone brain dead

There’s something about zombies. I’m not sure if it’s the palatable idea of flesh-eating corpses or the escapism that a zombie apocalypse offers citizens of a government shutdown, but Americans just can’t get enough of The Walking Dead. Apparently, we like it even more than Sunday night football. This is a big deal for me, since I’m the kind of quintessential American that knows exactly what those cactus-shaped posts on either side of the field are for and wouldn’t dream of ignoring the Super Bowl until Beyoncé comes on. In short, zombies are huge.

By October 17, 2013

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Idiot Box: My star, my perfect silence

There’s something paradoxically satisfying about watching a great hero’s tragic downfall. Every tumble down a slippery slope confirms our expectations, even as that character manages to draw our sympathies on the road to perdition. Over the narrative arc of its consistently glorious five seasons, Breaking Bad has accomplished that difficult task of getting the audience to root for the bad guy throughout his descent into monstrosity. The problem is deciding whether or not to play to those sympathies when the end is nigh.

By October 3, 2013

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Critical Voices: Lorde, Pure Heroine

Lorde isn’t old enough to drive. This detail is relevant not as incontrovertible proof that the New Zealand songstress is an astonishing prodigy, but because her songs are so concerned with movement: The shrinking distance between her and the world of fame and fortune, as she travels through her own unknown town on the back of a story she’s telling for the people unaccustomed to being the protagonists.

By October 3, 2013