Gianna's Droppings

  Stop Kiss       A review by a native New Yorker living in not-New York City watching a play that takes place in New York City written (and student-directed) by someone who is not from New York City.  2.5/5 stars       Maybe it’s a little unfortunate for the cast and crew that I was in the audience last night.       Now, I did my research beforehand: I knew this play was going to take place in New York City in the 90s. I didn’t know where the playwright was from (spoiler: she is from Philly), but from the first “Rudolph Giuliani” (which was also the first time I’ve heard Giuliani referred to by his full name) joke, I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be the love letter to the Big Apple I had assumed it would be. My fault, my fault.       My diminishing hope was expedited by the fact that every third line was referring to how filthy and misfortuned the Bronx was. The characters probably brought up...

How conformity determines our consumption, fast      The Dyson Airwrap is $749.99. The Netflix you want, without ads, with all of the content recorded in Ultra HD, costs $26.99. SKIMS just collab’d with Nike, and the collection just dropped, and it’s hot, and it’ll run you $129.00 (plus shipping and handling) for a pair of leggings with a 29-inch inseam.       It’s not required that you buy any of these things (even though everyone has it/that/them, from your circle of real-life friends to the one in your phone), but it certainly doesn’t hurt. Overconsumption doesn’t stop at tangible objects; rather, it determines the types of emotional connections you create, audiences you may be a part of (or even have for yourself). We are all susceptible to this psycho-temptation. Why do we continue to consume things despite being previously left unsatisfied by them? Why do we go for another forkful when we’ve just spit out our last bite?  Streaming services: ...

What do you do with a boring girl? Who lets the world happen to her? Who swears that all she needs is nerve? What do you do with the Boring Girl? What do you do with a boring girl, the girl who cannot save the world? Though, it's something she once worked toward... What do you do with a boring girl? I want to let her be, I want nothing to do with her.  She unimpresses me, she's a relentless coward. What do you do with a boring girl, Who once played piano but now lets her life unfurl? Who cannot see what is happening to her? How do you clue in the Boring Girl? 

It's summer but I'm slipping, missed the mark and now it's killing me. I don't know what to do  with myself anymore. I've spent every night doing yoga on the floor,  because I'm trying to be mindful; Clear my thoughts and make my mind up  about staying clean or taking a shower or at which hour to lay down to go to sleep. That's just what I do every day of the week.  I thought I would be kissing, and we had fun but now I have to figure it  out.  I could've sworn that I once knew how to write a list of to-dos but now my yoga, it's not working,  and I tell ya, I'm sick of jerking  off. It makes me cry to even try, so I just lay there for while while you're working it. I've always hated my smile, is it working yet? What do you do when you're finished with everything else? When you've walked around, made a plan, read the books that line the shelves? I know it isn't up to me, but god, I'm really freaking  out. What do I do now? ...

The kitchen is the heart of the home, and so, before I leave to roam, I wash the dishes in the sink. My inanimate mind shrink.  Keeping things tidy is good for the heart,  like a glass of red wine, or dark chocolate, or looking at fine art. Nice and clean. You know what I mean? The name of the game is alleviation-- the tightness in my chest, my mind's nervous creations --  If you are your home, and your home is you, it becomes more obvious as to what you should do. Let's say at work, you're having trouble making tips. Well, money is liquid, let it rain from your lips. Its nickname isn't "porcelain throne" for nothing, Imagine abundance suited for a king.  Money is everywhere, and it's easy to come by, if you know where to look and how to open your eyes.  Cleaniness is wealthiness: It's up to you to manifest. 

 The Pisces February 19th - March 20th Did you… mean to do that? Seriously, did you do that purpose? I’m asking. After a month of despair, you seem to have really gotten a hold on things. You really know what you’re doing! That is, until you’re asked a question or two. You know what you’re doing, as you’re doing it, and that’s… it. Try not to spend too much time around those who question your dazedness.  Avoidance is a common theme this month. When feeling prickly, let yourself bob away in the current… it doesn’t make sense to burn bridges, because if anything, that would just give your spot away. Is anyone even following you? You can only trust what you create: keep a notebook by your bedside.That dazedness? Let it wash over you. The closest thing to cold-blooded you can be is unmoving. After a month of turmoil, you seem to have really gotten a hold on things! Let yourself sit still. Look straight ahead when someone sits next to you.  It’s not up to you to figure o...