#1990s-culture

#1990s-culture

Next weekend, New Yorkers especially enamored with the relationship (and with JFK Jr. himself) should make their way to Washington Square Park, where a JFK Jr. lookalike competition is set to take place. There's a $250 cash prize for the contestant who most resembles JFK Jr.-dubbed "the biggest hunk" on the flyer-and while it doesn't say this explicitly, we wouldn't be shocked if a swarm of single women started lining up the night before in search of a real-life Camelot.

(A baby sand shark named Sinatra eventually had to be removed, for bullying his tank mates.) Across its nine floors, the store boasted twenty-three escalators, trimmed in goatskin leather. But construction delays meant that they didn't start revolving until the final moments before the grand-opening party, and new escalators need at least two weeks of use to stretch out their creaks.

When we die, I believe we'll get to watch a supercut of our best bits, like when a contestant gets voted out of the Big Brother house.

Gwon's musical explores the intersection of identity and performance in a small-town setting, capturing the struggles of closeted individuals navigating societal expectations.

In the Spears profile, the interviewer alternates between lust and detached observation that the sexuality of teen idols is just a 'carefully baited' trap.