Kc Hoard

When Robyn’s best album, Honey, came out in the fall of 2018, I’d ensnared myself in a messy homosexual web. My best friend, Sarah, was in a toxic lesbian relationship with my toxic boyfriend’s best friend. (Give that sentence another read—I know the deta... See more

This time last year, my knowledge of what the future held was dubious at best, but I was certain of one thing: Anora was going to win Best Picture. Having swept key precursors like the Directors and Producers Guild Awards, indie darling turned industry su... See more

Growing up, I felt like my whole life was leading up to the day I got my driver’s license. I was itching for a way out of the suburban monotony and tedium that had come to rule my days. There’s not much to do in the suburbs except drive. If I could drive,... See more

Slotted in the middle of Kill Bill’s four hours of relentless bloodshed and cartoonish dialogue is a quiet scene around a fire. The assassin Beatrix Kiddo sits across from her boss, Bill, who is caressing and occasionally tooting a massive bamboo flute. H... See more

When I was a kid, I begged God for a deeper voice. By the time I was in Grade 4, the voices of the other boys at my Catholic school were beginning to crackle with age. Their registers were sinking, lowering into something manly. It seemed to be happening ... See more