'Sierra Burgess' Is, Without A Doubt, A Loser — For Netflix And For Viewers

'Sierra Burgess' Is, Without A Doubt, A Loser — For Netflix And For Viewers

She did every single person in her life dirty.


First, it was "To All The Boys I've Loved Before," but the new Netflix Original Movie taking the internet by storm is "Sierra Burgess is A Loser." The trailer for the movie came out right around the same time that "Insatiable's" controversial trailer came out, and I remember feeling excited and refreshed that a wholesome new series was coming out that would overshadow the mess that Insatiable surely would have been. I haven't watched "Insatiable," but with how "Sierra Burgess" went, I'm not sure if my predictions were accurate.

There will be spoilers included, so if you plan to watch, skip to the end.

"Sierra Burgess is a Loser" is about a girl named Sierra Burgess who is unpopular and tormented by your average high school bitch, Veronica. She also has a best friend named Dan that she hangs with all of the time. At one point, Veronica is approached by a guy named Jamey who asks for Veronica's number. Instead of giving her own phone number, she gives Jamey Sierra's number as a joke. Jamey and Sierra start texting under the pretenses that Sierra is actually Veronica and trouble ensues.

In the beginning, I was really loving Sierra's character. Veronica or anyone else could be as nasty as they wanted to Sierra and it never brought her down. She had a keen sense of optimism and self-confidence that could not be broken. That quickly changed.

Sierra starts texting Jamey as soon as Veronica gives him her number and they hit it off incredibly well. At this point, Sierra was still fine in my books. She hadn't done anything shady just yet.

Then Sierra finds out that Jamey thinks that she's been Veronica this whole time. This entire movie could have been much better from this point if she had just admitted that she was Sierra and not Veronica. But she doesn't. She pretends to be Veronica instead. This movie should have been called Sierra Burgess is a Catfish because it only goes down from here.

Sierra and Jamey start talking on the phone and soon enough, he wants to Facetime. Sierra, instead of coming clean, makes an exchange with Veronica that she will tutor her so that Veronica looks smarter for her college boyfriend, Spence, in exchange for her to Facetime Jamey for her.

While she's at Veronica's house, however, Sierra stumbles upon the reasons that Veronica is the way she is. Veronica's mom is an insufferable dance mom and her sisters are beyond aggravating. It's clear that Veronica has impossible standards to live up to and that she's being forced into a mold by her mother who is struggling with the absence of her husband and Veronica's father. To her credit, Sierra didn't tell anyone about this side of Veronica or ever shame her for that. That might be the only credit I'll give her.

Later on, Dan and Sierra are at the park picking up garbage when they run into Jamey and his little brother. Dan makes a move and goes to introduce Sierra to Jamey, but knowing that Jamey would recognize her voice, Sierra chooses to do the only logical thing in that situation and pretends to be deaf. Better yet, it just so turns out that Jamey's little brother is ACTUALLY deaf and Sierra has to keep up the fake deaf person charade in the presence of an actual deaf person. Sierra really is out here on a downward spiral.

After this, the catfishing intensifies with the Facetime call and soon enough, Jamey wants to go on a date with Veronica/Sierra. At this point, Sierra is still tutoring Veronica and the two of them are starting to become good friends. Veronica even opens up to Sierra and confides in her in a way that she doesn't seem to with anyone else. With all of this in mind, Veronica agrees to go on a date with Jamey for Sierra.

This is one of the Big Loser moments of the movie. Veronica and Jamey go see a movie with Sierra hid a row behind them. Other than the catfishery, this part is mostly fine. It's what happens after the movie that's troubling. Veronica and Jamey are hanging out at Jamey's car and Sierra is close by, listening and watching. Jamey leans in to kiss Veronica and instead of doing so, she makes him close his eyes and swaps out for Sierra. Sierra then kisses him instead WITHOUT HIS CONSENT. I get the intent where Veronica didn't want to kiss Sierra's guy, but POOR execution of this idea.

After this, Sierra moves into her Bad Friend Phase™. One night, Dan really wants to hang out with her and she tells him that she's going to bed early, but goes out with Veronica instead after Veronica confides in her about her insecurities surrounding her on-again/off-again boyfriend. The next day when he finds out is when things really take a turn for the worst.

There's a football game and of course, everyone is there. Sierra and Dan are in the band, Veronica is the cheer captain, Jamey is playing in the game, and Spence is in the stands. Before the game, Sierra sees Jamey approach and kiss a surprised Veronica without context. With this, it begins. Sierra, while insulting Veronica's intelligence (her biggest insecurity!), hacks into her phone and leaks details about Veronica's personal life all over her social media account. In a final dramatic conclusion to the scene, Jamey talks to both Veronica and Sierra and realizes Sierra has been the one he's been talking to this whole time.

After this, Sierra writes an angsty song and miraculously all is made right in the world. She gets the guy, all her friends forgive her, and all is right in the world.

For those of you who intend to watch, you may continue reading.

I had incredibly high hopes for what this movie could have been. I thought it might be a body-positive look at the troubles of high school for a girl who isn't a size 0. I thought it might be a cute love story about a guy liking a girl not just for her looks. I was disappointed in both aspects. All aspects. This movie has a lot of hype going for it, but in the end, Sierra is not a likable character and her actions are unjustified and unforgivable. (Although the other characters can't seem to agree with me on that note.) It's an interesting movie to watch if you want to know what everyone's talking about, but be ready to agree completely with the title: "Sierra Burgess" really is a loser.

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11 Things Psychology Majors Hear That Drive Them Crazy

No pun intended.

We've all been there. You're talking to a new acquaintance, or a friend of your parents, or whoever. And then, you get the dreaded question.

"So what are you studying in school?"

Cue the instant regret of picking Psychology as your major, solely for the fact that you are 99.9% likely to receive one of the slightly comical, slightly cliche, slightly annoying phrases listed below. Don't worry though, I've included some responses for you to use next time this comes up in conversation. Because it will.

Quick side note, these are all real-life remarks that I've gotten when I told people I was a psych major.

Here we go.

1. So are you, like, analyzing me right now?

Well, I wasn't. But yeah. Now I am.

2. Ugh so jealous! You picked the easy major.

"Lol" is all I have to say to this one. I'm gonna go write my 15-page paper on cognitive impairment. You have fun with your five college algebra problems, though!

3. So can you tell me what you think is wrong with me? *Shares entire life story*

Don't get me wrong; I love listening and helping people get through hard times. But we can save the story about how one time that one friend said that one slightly rude comment to you for later.

4. Well, s**t, I have to be careful what I say around you.

Relax, pal. I couldn't diagnose and/or institutionalize you even if I wanted to.

5. OMG! I have the perfect first client for you! *Proceeds to vent about ex-boyfriend or girlfriend*

Possible good response: simply nod your head the entire time, while actually secretly thinking about the Ben and Jerry's carton you're going to go home and demolish after this conversation ends.

6. So you must kind of be like, secretly insane or something to be into Psychology.

Option one: try and hide that you're offended. Option two: just go with it, throw a full-blown tantrum, and scare off this individual, thereby ending this painful conversation.

7. Oh. So you want to be a shrink?

First off, please. Stop. Calling. Therapists. Shrinks. Second, that's not a psych major's one and only job option.

8. You know you have to go to grad school if you ever want a job in Psychology.

Not completely true, for the record. But I am fully aware that I may have to spend up to seven more years of my life in school. Thanks for the friendly reminder.

9. So you... want to work with like... psychopaths?

Let's get serious and completely not-sarcastic for a second. First off, I take personal offense to this one. Having a mental illness does not classify you as a psycho, or not normal, or not deserving of being treated just like anyone else on the planet. Please stop using a handful of umbrella terms to label millions of wonderful individuals. It's not cool and not appreciated.

10. So can you, like, read my mind?

It actually might be fun to say yes to this one. Try it out and see what happens. Get back to me.

11. You must be a really emotional person to want to work in Psychology.

Psychology is more than about feeling happy, or sad, or angry. Psychology is about understanding the most complex thing to ever happen to us: our brain. How it works the way it does, why it works the way it does, and how we can better understand and communicate with this incredibly mysterious, incredibly vast organ in our tiny little skull. That's what psychology is.

So keep your head up, psychology majors, and don't let anyone discourage you about choosing, what is in my opinion, the coolest career field out there. The world needs more people like us.

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To Percy Jackson, I Hope You're Well...

Percy Jackson and the Olympians and the Heroes of Olympus are both series which helped shape my life. I want to share my love for them here, with you.


Two days before I moved from New Jersey to California, I had a late night at a friend's house. Just a few miles outside of my small town of Morris Plains, his house was out of the way and a safe haven for myself and my mother during a harrowing and strenuous move. My father had been across the country already for almost two months trying to hold down his new job and prove himself. His absence was trying on me (at the tender young age of nine years old) and my mother, and we often spent time at my friend's home, as our mothers got along well.

That night came the time to say goodbye for the very last time, and as our mothers were tearfully embracing at the door, he ran up to me and shoved a book in my hands. Bewildered and confused, I tried to give him my thanks but he was already gone - running away in a childish fit that expressed his hurt at my leaving more than any words he could've said. I looked down at the book in my hands. It was a battered copy of Rick Riordan's "The Lightning Thief," with its binding bulging slightly out in a strange fashion, the cover slightly torn and bent, and quite a few pages dog-eared. The book wasn't in good condition, but I took the time to read it. I was ensnared and enchanted by the lurid descriptions of mythology, of the lovable characters of Percy, Annabeth, and Grover, and the upside-down world they lived in. Over the course of the move and our eventual settling into our new California home, I devoured the series adamantly, reading "The Battle of the Labyrinth" almost five times in the fifth grade and eventually finishing out with "The Last Olympian." The series accompanied me through a difficult move and a whirlwhind of early puberty; by that time, Percy and friends I knew intimately as my own companions. When the series ended, I happily parted with it, and began other literary conquests (namely in the realm of classics).

After an almost year-long break, I re-discovered the series in sixth grade. I hadn't realized that there was a companion series to the first, in fact, a continuation - The Heroes of Olympus. I lapped up "The Lost Hero" and "The Son of Neptune" with greed, and eagerly awaited the arrival of "The Mark of Athena" the following year.

One of my most vivid memories of middle school was sneaking downstairs the morning of the Kindle release of "The Mark of Athena", sneaking past my parents' bedroom as stealthily as I could in the wee hours of the morning to get my kindle and immerse myself in the world. I believe I finished it in about two days. For the next two books in the series, I followed the same pattern: get up early, read it as fast as I could get my hands on it. "The Blood of Olympus", the last book in the series, came out in my freshman year of high school. After finishing the second series, I shelved my much-loved paperbacks for good, and turned myself to other literary pursuits. I eventually relocated to Virginia, and went to college. Percy and friends were almost forgotten until my first year at the University of Virginia.

I was devastatingly alone my first semester at university. I didn't know what to do with myself, entombed by my loneliness. However, at the bottom of my suitcase, I found my old Kindle Paperwhite, with both of Percy's series neatly installed for me. I made a resolution with myself: I would reread both series, reading only at mealtimes where I sat alone. By the time I was finished, I wanted to see where I was compared to when I started.

Re-reading the series was like coming home. It was nostalgia, sadness, and ecstasy wrapped into one. I delighted in revisiting Percy's old haunts, his friends, his challenges. However, it was sad, knowing I had grown up and left them behind while they had stayed the same. It was a riveting memory train which made me look forward to meals, and eased my loneliness at school. Gradually, as the semester progressed, I was reading on Percy's tales less and less, as I found my friends, clubs, and organizations that gradually took up more and more time.

I still haven't finished my re-read, and am about halfway through "The Blood of Olympus". I've come a long way in the almost decade since I first received that tattered copy of "The Lightning Thief", and I still have some ways to go. So thanks, Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Jason, Piper, Reyna, Nico, Frank, Hazel, Leo. Thank you for growing up with me. I'll never forget you.


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