Opinion & Reviews

Hamilton: A Review

     Alexander Hamilton, a Founding Father who has long been forgotten despite being on the ten-dollar bill and having a key role in the American Revolution, the writing and ratification of the U.S. Constitution, and the establishment of the U.S. Treasury, was an immigrant. As the Broadway musical accurately retells, he was born in the West Indies to a Scottish father (another immigrant) and working mother and, orphaned at a young age, was able to pursue a college education through the help of wealthy men. Um…does any of this sound like everything conservatives, those who often say they are defending the vision of the Founding Father, are fighting against? Any similarity is historical fact.

As far as the quality of the play: the acting is amazing, the music is astounding, the staging perfectly fitting, and the dance numbers (in a combination of modern dance and hip hop dance) exciting. The cast as a whole demonstrated a level of cohesion that, I know from experience as a dancer, is both rare and difficult to achieve. The scenery changes were seamless and it was as if they could predict where everyone else on stage was at any given moment and in many instances the stage was packed with main characters and the choir/dancers. While I do not know the process through which the Richard Rodgers Theatre was chosen for the musical, it worked perfectly. Despite the simplicity of the scenery; just wooden scaffolding, the choreography and music perfectly communicated the environment, whether it be the streets of New York City or the Battle for Yorktown. The best element of the production was the level of energy that the cast gave off from the opening number to the last bow. Additionally, each and every scene the stage was bursting with talent and the audience was able to quickly connect with the characters. What I did not realize while watching was that despite the modernity of the numbers, both in music and choreography, the musical communicates the sense of being in that historical period, in that moment, with Alexander Hamilton. This leads me to another question: why does Hamilton’s story resonate so strongly? He is the embodiment of the American dream which many now feel has been lost, but at the same time he was ambitious to the point of obsession and that is something millennials share. The song “My Shot” perfectly sums up this burning desire to seize every opportunity, or create some of our own, to “make a name” for ourselves.

Before and after watching the musical I read a variety of reviews and one of the things that most drew me to it, besides its use of hip hop and rap, was the composition of the cast; the titular characters, and a majority of the cast, are played by Asian-Americans, African-Americans, and Latin Americans. Millennials, those of us born between 1982 and 2000, are the most diverse generation in the history of the United States with 44.2% of us being part of a “minority” race or ethnic group. While 50.2% of those born after 2014 are part of a “minority” race or ethnic group. In other words, conservatives have already lost, but let’s save that for another discussion. Here I want to talk about how this diversity combined with powerful lyrics has had such a powerful impact in musical theater and American culture.

One of the strange senses you get as the child of immigrant parents born in the United States is that of being caught between two or more cultures, never quite belonging into any of them and struggling to find your place in a country that either ignores or rejects your presence. Less than 1% of characters in American network television are minorities, despite minorities making up about 38% of the national population. The lyrics to a variety of songs in the musical highlight how immigrants have contributed to building this nation. From the first act my heart soared with a verses such as: “Another immigrant comin’ up from the bottom” and “Immigrants; we get the job done”. It was a punch in the gut to all the conservative rhetoric of how immigrants are somehow a burden to the government because they don’t pay taxes because they are here illegally. Of course, Republicans never consider the fact that immigrants would love to arrive to the United States legally and therefore avoiding the constant anxiety and fear of being arrested and deported.

Hamilton reflects the reality of American today, while at the same time shedding light on something often ignored in political debates; all Americans are immigrants. We all came from somewhere at some point not too long ago and we all came looking for the same thing: to rise up.

To the crazy ladies of The Bachelor

        Now lets get down and dirty honest and talk about my stance on The Bachelor. Personally, I have always believed that it takes a special kind of person to even consider going on reality TV and these people fall within one of two spectrums: so self-confident that they really don’t care if they are caught on tape doing something most of society classifies as irredeemably wrong OR so desperate for validation and attention that they have no problem being their craziest and worst selves before millions of viewers as long as they receive some sort of recognition for existing. In other words; reality TV stars or participants are not your run-of-the-mill individual. So, (confession time) when I finally decided to tune in on The Bachelor circa season 20, because I never considered watching this reality TV phenomena until two of my fave bitches couldn’t stop talking about it on their podcasts (Stassi Schroeder & Jackie Schimmel), I was just floored. Of course I approached it with preconceptions such as: it takes a special brand of crazy insecure bitch to even consider any sort of “open relationship” (open to STDs and constant reinforcement of male ego at the degradation of your own???), but going on a reality TV show knowing you will be competing with 20-plus other women for the attention of a single guy, The Bachelor, in the hopes that he’ll fall in love with you and propose in less than three months all whilst LIVING with the other women he is also dating and seducing and kissing and sleeping with is FUCKING NUTS. Look, I know we are a generation raised on some of Hollywood’s greatest and most unrealistic romantic comedies ever, but believing for even a second that you will find TRUE LOVE (what does that even mean in reality TV?) while in a Hunger-Games-style battle for ONE GUY’s attention, who you have NEVER MET before the beginning of the show, is I-N-S-A-N-E! As a woman I know that we as a gender compete on a daily basis for the attention of men (any woman who shaves, uses make-up, owns a dress, and/or wears a bra and denies this is either lying to the world or to herself). We will go to some unthinkable lengths to capture and maintain the attention of the guy we choose (e.g. Gone Girl really isn’t that fictional), thus I was ready to see blood, tears, and death (metaphorical, of course) on this show. What I got was so much better…Lace.

Dear Lace, you are the embodiment of centuries of male-dominated culture: gorgeous, insecure, desperate for male attention, and willing to go to violent lengths for bachelor Ben Higgins. (Pause: really, these women are/were excited to change their surnames to Higgins?! That is in no way an attractive last name #SorryNotSorry). It is a time-tested rule that all women are on some level insecure and because of this will sometimes act a bit crazy, but we all know to save the crazy until he’s hooked. I, for example, wait at least six months before letting my crazy out for a short stroll to test the waters and from there on out build it up bit by bit until my S.O. feels that insane is sane. But you, Lace, just had to throw all caution to the wind. From the moment you stepped out of that limo and KISSED Ben without him really wanting to, which was clear to see from his body language (men like assertive women, but throwing yourself at them like this just yells desperate), I knew that you were going to provide endless amounts of drama and entertainment. And, at the end of the day, what is reality TV but just a way to see the worst of humanity and feel better about ourselves? You really made me feel so very, very, very sane. Freaking out on Ben on the FIRST NIGHT after having just met him a couple of HOURS ago for not making eye contact with you during the rose ceremony was just spectacular. I want to blame it on the glasses and glasses of wine you had, but even I wouldn’t confront a guy I had JUST MET (really need to emphasize this) at any time whatsoever for not making EYE CONTACT while in a crowded room. Your self-centredness and desperate neediness would be unattractive to any guy, so really it was just a matter of time before you were eliminated. What I did NOT expect was for you to just leave and, for that, I take my hat off to you. You and every woman and man in the world is way better than a show like The Bachelor or The Bachelorette!

                                        Why You Have to Watch Scream Queens NOW!
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Honestly, I am far from up to date on pop culture and the latest TV series, but I just finished watching Scream Queens and am shocked that no one is talking about it or, at least, very few people. This series warrants much more attention that it has thus far received and I truly believe that it is the most feminist, socially critical, and funny series of 2015. By this time you have probably correctly assumed that I am a big Ryan Murphy fan (loved Glee!), but I never really saw this coming from him and on a channel like Fox (in many instances the series is explicitly liberal). The series somehow manages to combine bitchy and witty in a new and exciting way while at the same time poking fun at social cliches and commenting on real social issues, such as contemporary female stereotypes and college life. As a millennial, I have to confess that much of what is portrayed in the show is not far from the truth (dating, Tinder, and girl-on-girl hate), especially what so many people have critiqued. First off, pretty girls DO curse, a lot! The prettier they are, the dirtier their mouths tend to be and the crazier their antics. Women ARE extremely competitive and we ARE each others’ worst enemies. What my high school girlfriends said to me about my weight and my looks hurt more than what any guy has ever said, which, by the way, very few guys would go so far as to insult girls to their faces the way that these girls do to each other. The humour in the show and the perfectly timed and well-concealed comments on political and social issues (gay rights, catcalling, campus suicides, police ineptitude, etc.) saves it from being just some other crude remark on how my generation sucks. If anything, I felt, watching the show, that it redeemed eighteen to twenty-something-year-olds all across America. Because, yes, we have too much sex with both random guys and each others’ friends and or boy/girlfriends (half the time I believe that if one person in my social circle had a STD we would all have it within a month), we make rampant use of social media to air each and every one of our grievances and our thoughts on things that no one cares about, we are starved for attention and obsessed with our looks, and we all crave to be rich and famous (even the hipsters), BUT we are also smart, determined, strong, and aware of the things going on in the world around us. Somehow we manage to balance school, family, love, and friends without losing our minds. Or, maybe like the show states, we are all freaking insane but we can’t tell because we’re surrounded by equally insane people. The fact that the girls are still thinking about their social reputations, their looks, and their boyfriends in the midst of a serial killer’s murder spree is a clear critique to our self-centered contemporary culture. On a daily basis we hear or witness mass starvation, murder, and brutal wars across the globe and we still go on dieting, shopping, and partying with maybe a day a month dedicated to some charitable cause, which is always some huge social event where we make sure everyone knows we attended.

I have heard many times that the show represses women and maintains the stereotype that we are overly emotional and unstable, but I have to disagree. Yes, the girls are running around screaming and making irrational decisions constantly, but this does not make them weak or dumb. Most of us would run and scream if we saw a friend’s dead body and a murderer chasing after us and most of us would jump to insane conclusions trying to figure out who the killer was but the fact that they even stayed to figure out really says a lot. I feel the show is extremely feminist in nature (just listen to their dialogue and their speeches on women’s rights and social expectations)

Excerpt: “I recently took a women’s studies class, yes, because it was a requirement, but I learned a lot anyways. Like the culture that says its ok for a man to objectify a woman for her appearance is the same culture that pressures girls as young as ten to have eating disorders.” – Chanel Oberlin

These words out the mouth of a female character that appears to be too stupid and shallow to have ever read a book or be even slightly aware of the consequences of the insane diets she subjects herself and her friends to (cotton balls?!) Besides, despite witnessing multiple murders, the female characters remain strong, smart (mostly), and determined. They do not allow anyone to bully them into abandoning each other or their house and they face off with authority figures and male characters with confidence and a good dose of bad-ass bitchiness. Even the characters who are meant to be dumb demonstrate moments of profound depth and intelligence when they comment on the way women treat each other or society (hidden behind stupid actions and irrational logic, but that is kind of the whole point of the show and gives it humour). The Chanels represent, in every way, the epitome of what contemporary society demands of young women: to be skinny, beautiful, dumb, overly confident, narcissistic, trendy, and willing to do anything to be with the guy they want. The lengths to which Chanel Oberlin would go to keep her boyfriend, Chad, who was himself the epitome of young millennial men (misogynistic, rude, narcissistic, and selfish), are really what most women contemplate doing or actually do to keep the men they believe they love. And Hester is, at the end of the day, the product of a system which teaches young women to care only for themselves and to climb over each other to be the prettiest and most desirable object of male attention. Each and every one of the female characters in this show is redeemable by the simple fact that they are behaving the way that society has taught them to behave and that they are not at all as stupid as they feign to be (it’s almost like they pretend to be stupid so they are more attractive…hmmm). They are the perfect product of contemporary American culture, everything America has to be proud of: rich, pretty, and competitive.
College is hard. If a college student nowadays wants even the slimmest chance of being someone someday they are expected to have a perfect academic record, an active social life with membership in multiple student organizations, and to be physically healthy and attractive. Scream Queens represents these facets of college life quite well and the fact that many students end up dropping out or not really going far in life because of the mistakes they make in college. When we go off to college we get little to no guidance on what we should do or how we should behave, but by the time we get out society expects us to have achieved amazing feats of academic performance and social commitment. There is no guidebook to surviving college and this show does well in showing the pressures that students are under because, honestly, my four years in college probably felt a lot like I was constantly being chased by a serial killer; anxiety, depression, panic, fear, and a desperate need to bond with others and not feel alone. All of this in a world driven by the need to obtain the latest expensive gadget or fashion trend.

Finally, the shows’  cast is mainly composed of amazing actresses, which makes the acting on this show beyond stellar. Jamie Lee Curtis is always amazing and her role as a sort of mentor to the deranged sorority sisters, while herself portraying the same level of narcissism and female competitiveness, is wonderful. I have to give props to Emma Roberts, who appears to be a very intelligent and caring young woman, for perfectly portraying a selfish and idiotic Chanel Oberlin. Abigail Breslin is amazing as Chanel #5 and Billie Catherine Lourd is a very funny and strangely identifiable Chanel #3. Of course, I adore Lea Michele since Glee and her embodiment of Hester was just outstanding, but I feel that the former three are really the stand-out stars of the show. I would definitely recommend every woman watch this series immediately. It is, if nothing else, highly entertaining. Before judging, sit through a couple episodes and you will see that the writers and actresses successfully pull of a biting criticism of contemporary social standards on how a woman should look, feel, think, and act and a dire warning of what happens when women actually do as they are expected to. Well, we go a little crazy and we start killing people. In all honesty, this isn’t where our world is heading, this is how we live now.

Vanderpump?

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        In all honesty I have always looked down on people who watch reality TV and even more on those who allow their lives to be taped and shared with the world, especially when their life decisiones are less than admirable. However, I have recently started to listen to podcasts and many of them refer to celebrities and reality tv shows. Needless to say, I am always lot when these references come up so the punchlines go over my head. In order to remedy this I have begun watching Vanderpump Rules. I thought only to watch the first episode to put a face on the names of the characters which are often mentioned on The Bitch Bible. I confess that I ended up binge-watching the entire first season in one day (yesterday) whilst drinking an entire bottle of wine and getting my hair done (I hate salons so I have my hair stylist come to my house; we can reflect on my anti-social behavior later on). With just one episode I became absolutely fascinated with the ridiculous lives of these waitresses and bartenders who have an inane ability to blow absolutely everything out of proportion. Example: “You rubbed suntan lotion on my boyfriend? Then I’ll fucking kill you!” It’s completely insane and insanely entertaining. This last year has been a complete and total drag for me; sucking on every front. My graduate courses are much more time-consuming than I had planned and having two jobs, a new company, and trying to write all at the same time is not easy. Not to mention my far-from-perfect relationship of three and a half years with a foundation that’s as solid as quicksand. Anyway, watching this series really makes me feel like my life is not as horrible as I believe it is and my insanity is actually quite sane. Facebook stalk my boyfriend? Totally ok, because at least I don’t send threatening texts to the girls he friends even if they are total skanks. No, compared to these waitresses/aspiring-(insert some kind of artist) I have my shit together. We are the same level of broke, but I do not have to wear a skimpy dress all day long while serving societies leeches (the upper class). Also, the things I write and publish actually contribute to making the world a better place and is based on academic research, unlike tips of putting on five tons of over-priced make-up. So, really, I apologise to all those people who love reality tv because it really provides perspective on how bad your life is not. Also, watching Stassi and Scheana (and I thought Puerto Rican women had weird-ass names) dish it out in the middle of a crowded restaurant in front of cameras makes me feel much better about my passive aggressive and sarcastic comments sent to my boyfriend in the privacy of my apartment. So Vanderpump Rules is now my guilty pleasure.

Bitchinspiration

        I would like to pause for a moment to say how much I truly love The Bitch Bible and appreciate all the much-needed Gone Girl advice that @jackieschimmel provides on a weekly basis. Her weekly podcasts are one of the few high points of my never-ending work and study schedule; topped only by my nightly glass of wine and hours spent cyber-stalking my SO to ensure he really is just with “the guys” at “some new bar” in “the city”. If I had more free time I would definitely implement the great tips she shared on this week’s podcast. iTunes password? How did I not think of that? I truly pride myself on my unhealthy ability to hack into anyone’s social media and e-mail accounts, but Jackie and her guest this week (sorry, really do not watch Vanderpump Rules though maybe I should start) proved to me that I am just a beginner in the world of Gone Girl. Just like her, I fall short of actually murdering someone, but I am addicted to know “the Truth”. I suggest everyone start listening to the Bitch Bible asap.

 

An overachiever’s nightmare (09/21/2015)
Thanks to the advancements in digital communication and the tiny size of seminars at my public university, graduate students like myself get to have a less formal relationship with our professors. By “less formal” I mean we can e-mail them our essays a few days late and receive feedback via Word’s “review” and not crossed out and scrawled over in red ink and ilegible hand-writing. Really, it is something to be happy about. Yet I’ve found that this lack of formality results in some slacking off on the student’s side. Though sometimes the professors have taken up a laid back attitude in which they allow the students to “debate it off” Hunger Games-style while the sit and listen only occasionally throwing more lighting fluid onto the fire. But that’s another story, this one is about the fact that this morning I received the grade for my second essay for my Shakespearian Literature course and, after scrolling past all the detailed comments, say a big fat 85%!

Ok, so maybe right about now you require some background information. I have never scored below a 90% on pretty much anything academic in my life, I specify academic because my conduct in elementary and high school were far from ideal. Smart kids get bored easy and all that. I graduated from my BA summa cum laude (highest honors) with a 3.97 GPA (this is not the correct forum to get into why it’s not 4.00). I have always believed that a B means “smart, but too lazy to try” so when I saw that 85% I had a small existential crisis and began reflecting on where in my life I am going wrong. Something like this:

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Needless to say, I immediately whipped my agenda open and began re-structuring my schedule around reducing my practically non-existent social life and increasing my studying time. This caused another mini-crisis because the reality of the matter is that 24 hours a day is simply not enough and, no matter what I do, that 85% will still be there like a dark cloud hanging above my head and following me around. My first mid-term is tomorrow, let’s just say this is the worst possible way to start my week. It is an overachiever’s nightmare.

Summer Reading List:

“The Human Condition” by Hannah Arendt

“La Ciudad Ausente” by Ricardo Piglia

“Wide Sargasso Sea” by Jean Rhys

“War & Peace” by Leo Tolstoy

“Three Kingdoms Romance” by Luo Guanzhong

“Foucault y la literatura” by Carlos Rojas Osorio

“Nación postmortem” by Carlos Pabon

“Orientalism” by Edward Said

“Night” by Elie Wirsel

“Black Butterfly” by Robert M. Drake

“Testament of Youth” by Vera Brittain

Wanted: “Awesome” Housemate

In the current economy, particularly in Puerto Rico (the United States’ abandoned yard), anyone between the age of 18-30 needs to either live at home or share an apartment. There are, of course, the blessed few who found awesome jobs right out college or their graduate degree and bought a new car and are now looking at houses with their SO, but for the vast majority of us that is a dream as attainable as winning the Triple Crown with a pony (yes, I am hip and up-to-date on current events, even sporting events). Now, in this world of being a broke young professional pursuing a graduate degree that we hope is slightly more useful than our BA, it is a savage hunt for the perfect housemate. Taking into consideration that you will be sharing living space with this person for a minimum of one-year, if you are not a total flake and move out after three months because you can’t make rent or stand the other person, things can get pretty desperate. I have been living on my own since I was 21. You might think this is old but I’m Latin American and in this part of the world people don’t move out until they get married (my brothers are still living at home because they lack my “rebellious and independent” attitude). Anyway, I had previously moved away for my freshmen year of college but that was around the same time when the housing market collapsed and everyone making less then six digits loss their job (and quite a few making more than that too). So I transferred to the state public university and moved back in with my parents (which totally sucked because, after losing his job, my stepdad was regulated to the couch). Really, my bad roommate streak started back in this first year of college when I met my roommate: blonde, white, Christian, adopted, and a cheerleader. Contrast to me: brown, brown, agnostic (most days), born ten days late through C-section (I must have suspected my life was gonna suck for a while), and a cynic. Anyway, a year or two after I moved back home I fell in love with the wrong guy (who I still happen to be with, honestly very little idea on why or how other than he puts up with me but that’s a topic for another post) and decided to move out of my mother’s home so I could have sex whenever I wanted. Of course, this only slightly worked out for me since all I could afford was to share a bedroom with a virgin. No offence to virgins, but you make women with an active and healthy sex life feel weird. Anyway, it’s been a couple of years since then and the streak painfully awkward living situations only broke recently. Last summer I moved in with two girls who are the same age as me, are as nerdy as me but still like to party, have loud sex on a regular basis, and clean up after themselves. Also, they read and watch supernatural TV series like me. Really, it’s ideal. Sadly, it couldn’t last and now I am out on the hunt again. So, now that you know a little about me here is the ad… I am looking for a housemate to share a two-bedroom apartment with A/C and laundry facilities in San Juan, Puerto Rico within walking distance of a train station and in a good neighbourhood. If you know someone searching for a housemate then they can contact me through here. The other qualifications are as follows: clean-freak, neat-freak, bookworm, 24 or older, owns a vagina (because boys are just eewww), cat-friendly, works or studies (graduate school, please), and only dates and/or sleeps with members of the population that are actively trying to become responsible adults. Now, I have been housemate searching for about a month and haven’t found anything. There was one good possibility but the girl does not want a housemate (she went through a recent break up and is a total control freak/psycho so can’t share space). I am still searching because I need to live somewhere and don’t want to have share space with people I can’t even speak to because we are so different that any attempt at conversation is painfully awkward. I hate awkward and I love to talk after a long day of work and studying. However, nothing has turned up! Is it really that hard? Or is it time I move out of the “college” scene and closer to the financial district, where “young professionals” live? I mean, I still study full-time and only work as an assistant part-time. But I have a narrowing amount of things in common with those that inhabit the neighbourhood immediately adjacent to the university. Right now is “moving” season, in which student’s one-year contract is up and they begin searching for another apartment or renovate their lease and all the options are either run-down one-bedroom apartments that make me cringe or large apartments with three or bedrooms shared with first year or second year undergrads whose parents pay for everything. I am a graduate student and work to live (as I like to say), so there is always a kind of disconnected between my life and theirs. I have traded in beer and shots of chichaito (local drink) for wine and whiskey and I cook dinner most nights of the week or eat at pricey restaurants. I watch film festival movies are overpriced theatres and spend weekends working on my writing because I am edging dangerously close to being 30 with no career. Therefore, I would like to live with someone that is currently in the same place in their lives, but sadly responsible and ambitious people my age leave the island as soon as they have their diploma. I see it all the time on Facebook: one picture of a diploma and the other of an acceptance letter to a graduate program in the US or a job offer in the US. So, there is really a very limited population of graduate students who work and live on their own looking for a housemate. Thus, I have gotten to the point that I am desperate enough to post this ad in a forum where no one will see it because I really don’t want to live with a psycho. In sum…Wanted: “Awesome” Housemate. Where are you?

Connecting

I have this close friend who regularly calls me when he’s driving by himself and is either stuck in traffic or has a long commute. The sole purpose of his calling me is for me to keep him company on his drive. Needless to say, in our high-tech instant messaging culture this might seem awkward or weird or far too intimate for friend, but I find it more natural than texting. Maybe I am a bit weird because of it, but as Marnie from “Girls” says” talking on the phone is second-best on the totem pole of communication and I agree because it allows you to respond to the emotion in a person’s voice.

There is something about that gesture; that calling someone to talk to because your car and the road ahead, actually empty or not, are empty of any connection. There is something deep inside of mw that resists the ‘millennial’ notion of individualism, the one that suggests we do not need anyone to feel fulfilled, and finds it aberrantly wrong. Refraining from going into the developmental reasons for which we require companionship (biological survival, physical security, and cognitive development), I know that, even when we are physically and economically self-sufficient adults, there is something that will always depend on others. I do not mean friends to drink with or coworkers to exchange witty e-mails and banter with or distant family, because distance within families is common amongst millennials who do not live with their parents or economically depend on them and not because of negative pasts. What I mean is something which should be a self-evident truth: we are not ‘humans’, we are ‘human beings’ and the ‘being’ in human is intrinsically, inherently, and necessarily derived from deep emotional connections with others. Why is it that my friend, an extrovert who is quite independent and actually prefers to be alone, needs someone to talk to on his long drives? What drives him to seek to not be alone in his journey? And that really is the core of it all: we cannot be alone on the journey which is our lives. It begins when we are conceived and ends when we die and in order to really live, to know what it feels like to ‘live’, we need to connect. Connect is not a message or a conversation. Connection is when you can see the vulnerability in someone else and they can see yours and you do not shy away. Connection is when someone calls you to make conversation while he drives and for that hour or two you put your life on hold just to talk about unimportant things with him because he is not afraid to show you his loneliness and you are not afraid to try and erase it with your presence. Connecting is necessary to life, to live like beings and not like humans. It is connections which give meaning to life and make it worth living. Connecting with someone makes us feel alive.

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