Arthur Newspaper: Volume 58

Articles
My Barbie, My Self
Barbie still transfixes me. When I look at dolls with children, they may prefer Monster High or LoL dolls, but I get a look at what is going on with Barbie in those minutes before I buy the inferior doll requested by the child I am shopping with. Is this child transfixed by the monster high doll? Yes. I watch her brush her hair and perch the doll on her night stand.
Masks All The Way Down: How To Commodify Identity (As a Loyalty Play)
Having been employed in customer service for roughly a third of my life, I feel as though I’m accustomed to the little acts of phoniness that come with the line of work. I can put on a cheery affectation with exaggerated inflections to feign abundant enthusiasm for new products. I can maintain a bright-eyed yet gentle smile while a 74 year old woman berates me about how shitty our app is. When an item doesn’t scan and the customer asks if that means it’s free, I can even conjure a chuckle.‍In short, I know how to wear the mask.‍
Editorial: Chasing Our Own Tails
So long as Arthur continues to exist, we’ll never run out of dead horses to beat!
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Podcast
Radio Free Arthur
Happy Tortured Poets Department release day to all who celebrate! Having listened to all two hours of the extended "Anthology" edition of this most recent emission from the Queen of jet-setting herself the editors get down and dirty in the lyrical content of the album.
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