Every relationship has its fair share of complications. The following 10 are ORANGE columnist Danielle Haberly's take on what she considers the most common relationship worries.
At South By Southwest, I attended a panel during the Interactive portion of the festival about Instagramming the News. The panel featured three professionals in photojournalism and photography technology: Dan Toffey, the Community Manager of Instagram, Associated Press Chief Photographer David Guttenfelder and Time Magazine’s Director of Photography, Kira Pollack. Toffey, Guttenfelder and Pollack covered a variety of topics concerning news-related posts on Instagram accounts. Toffey mainly talked about the general use of Instagram for photojournalism and how the company has seen this type of posting develop. Guttenfelder and Pollack focused on how the social media site has changed their respective publications’ use of photos and event coverage, as well as how Instagram has broadened their viewer platform. I gleaned many important tips from their presentation, however one fact hit me hard and has made a home at the forefront of my mind for many weeks now: Guttenfelder and Pollack both follow citizens in the U.S. and different countries — normal, everyday, not-so-prominent figures — to find out where the news is.
This year’s South By Southwest had its fair share of glaring issues, as does everything that happens — ever. Some of the more pressing matters concerned fan safety, the evermore-exclusionary atmosphere and the oversaturation of big ass businesses. But please, save the commentary on Austin’s increasing corporatization for a more pretentious article. There is a more minute, but infinitely frustrating problem that has been making its presence known at every live music event, be it at Red 7 or Austin Music Hall.
Call me obsessed, but the second thing I do every morning (after cursing my alarm to Hell) is lunge for my phone to check my text messages. In the sincerest act of vanity, I nearly set fire to my screen as my thumb races to and fro, checking with the utmost diligence to make sure I didn’t miss any action. But on Monday morning, I stumbled upon a message from my best friend, sent at 3:25 a.m., that stopped me dead in my tracks: “The singer of GWAR died :(”
The past two months marked hellos and goodbyes for Late Night on NBC.
America said farewell to Jay Leno, a name that has been married to The Tonight Show for its past 18 years and 22 seasons. And, after five seasons as the host of Late Night, Jimmy Fallon gained the coveted spot as the new host of The Tonight Show, no doubt to become another legendary name in the long line of Tonight Show greats. March welcomed Seth Meyers, a face most familiarized as the host of the Weekend Update on Saturday Night Live, as the new Late Night host, and many viewers believe only time will tell how the talk show host rookie will shape Late Night into his very own.
Social media outlets are good for many things: keeping up with friends, connecting with classmates and checking out the latest buzz around town. They're also tools for spying on your significant other. I don't necessarily condone this, for multiple reasons - one being that curiosity will drive you crazy. I don't want to have to wonder about each girl that "likes" my man's Facebook status. My roommate's boyfriend actually deleted his Facebook profile because he was tired of seeing comments like "Wow, sexy," on her photos.
I didn’t see anything at first. I had been resting the entire weight of my body on the railing overlooking the bottom floor of The Mohawk, right above the stage. All of us lined up against the metal barrier — delirious and drooping in exhaustion — had become friends over the past couple of hours waiting to see Tyler, the Creator. We had stood there guarding our spots, sharing South by stories (who saw what band, which celebrity took a picture with who, etc.), exchanging phones and numbers, taking turns to go to the restroom, buy drinks and eat hot dogs. I was tired — already on my SXSW Day 6 — and I was hardly paying attention to the band anymore. I looked out onto the street. Mindlessly.
Imagine: A woman walks into a corporate job interview and her arms are covered in tattoos. Now, imagine another woman with no tattoos, but rather, apparent breast implants walking into the same interview. They are equally qualified for the position — who is more likely to get the job?
