This year’s Eurovision was supposed to be a celebration, of music, of unity, of campy madness and glittery joy. But if you watched closely, especially during the Israeli performance, you might’ve noticed something was off. Not with the vocals or choreography, but with the atmosphere. Something stank. And we’re not just talking about taste in…
There’s a strange comfort in shouting into the void. Maybe that’s why I’ve finally started this blog. Welcome to Parish Rule, a home for big thoughts, daft ideas, and everything in between. This is where I’ll write about the things that keep me curious, annoyed, inspired, or just wide awake at 2 a.m. Some posts…