Art
As told by the Furry Were Rabbit.
How's it going, readers? Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Noiba. I'm a were rabbit, basically a shape-shifting one, and I’m trying to help my author, Stephanie Borges, promote my book. I guess she wasn't joking when she said writing the book is the easy part; promoting it is the hard part. I don't blame her for getting sad when she sees there are no book sales for my story.
By stephanie borgesabout a month ago in Critique
All that Glitters. Top Story - August 2026.
My mother said, “if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.” She didn’t, actually. But somebody did, and many have repeated it since. I confess, I am uncomfortable. I will not pretend to be a creature of such gracious loving kindness that to level criticism at my fellow man would be entirely foreign to my nature, but I will own a hesitance here. Do I have opinions that some books are shit, some movies suck and the budget for some TV shows might have been better spent on compensatory measures for the flatulence that the studio has issued forth? Of course I do. Do I own, too, that those opinions might be wrong? In almost every case, yes. Do I, in the privacy of a personal relationship, espouse these views anyway? Honestly not that often. The co-incidence of me finishing my consumption of a work of creativity and of me spending time with other humans with the mutual leisure to discuss said work is as rare as a baby panda. But I would, if life were more clement currently.
By Hannah Moore2 months ago in Critique
Technically Brilliant, Emotionally Dead. Top Story - August 2026.
What makes something overrated? Surely it is that acclaim and praise that has been bestowed upon it has been largely accepted as the general consensus. When people suggest something is the greatest and others nod in agreement for fear of speaking ill of that which should not be derided or criticised.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Critique
The Most Disappointing Albums of 2026 (Part I)
The world was once enchanted by a numb little bug . While adorable and unassuming, the bug was surgical in her self-reflection. She plainly picked apart her psyche, parsing through her unrelenting cycle of depression, disassociation, and quick repairs to cope . She mused over her existence with the upbeat nihilism of a makeshift millennial.
By DJ Nuclear Winter2 months ago in Critique
Bathroom Attendant.
"The Bathroom Attendant" at Theater 124 Bank Street is for the most part an enjoyable play. The play is written by Tom Kelly and directed by Andrew Block. The two hour play takes place on the seedy side of town just outside Las Vegas, Nevada.
By Robert M Massimi. ( Broadway Bob).2 months ago in Critique
