Marcus and I went to see Bohemian Rhapsody today, and I’m so glad we did. I was quite a young girl when Queen was hitting the height of their popularity, around the time when I was developing my own musical tastes separate from my parents’. I remember thinking, even then, that Queen’s music was radical, unlike anything else that was popular at the time. I didn’t know if I loved it or not (I do), but I knew it was different. And unconventional. And as someone who was pretty devoted to trying to be as un-different and conventional as possible (an impossible feat for a 12-year-old brown immigrant girl in the suburbs of Houston, Texas), I was wildly intrigued by it.
The storyline in the movie is admittedly a bit jerky. But oh, the music. And Rami Malek, whose work I’ve been completely unfamiliar with, is absolutely incredible as Queen’s frontman, Freddie Mercury. I’m so glad we went to see it.
Soundtrack: Another one bites the dust by Queen
Because nothing beats boredom than people pretending to be British.
Time for some downtime.
Rami Malek is Freddie Mercury.
Don’t tell my mom I posted this, okay?
I probably would’ve gotten a better grade if my high school biology class was like this.
No one likes a camp counsellor with a sense of humour, man.
Hamilton isn’t the “overnight success” you might think it to be.
Taking the time to reexamine where you are.
Scenes from this weekend's march. Rise up, sisters.
Sometimes, you just gotta road trip. We ended up in New Orleans. Here's what we saw.