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Was Janelle Monáe Attacked with "Too Much Tuna?"

John Mulaney and Nick Kroll think that giving people giant mounds of tuna fish is a fun prank, but mercury poisoning is no joke

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It was announced yesterday that Janelle Monáe will be joining the impressive lineup of musical acts performing at the Oscars this weekend.

It's reassuring news for anyone who may have been concerned about Monáe's health following an interview with The Cut released on Monday. In the interview, Monáe discussed her desire to be a mother, with the caveat that she is still recovering from a recent case of mercury poisoning that she developed as a result of her pescatarian diet. She said of the experience, "I started feeling my mortality."

Methyl-mercury—which is easy for the human body to absorb, but it takes a long time to filter out—can cause serious neurological symptoms and presents a particular danger to developing fetuses. That's why doctors advise avoiding or limiting intake of certain mercury-rich fish during pregnancy. But for an adult to develop mercury poisoning requires much higher doses.

Monáe also spoke of a desire "to skydive into different parts of my life." Taking that sort of leap into unfamiliar challenges has been a hallmark of a career in which she has found tremendous success as a singer, a songwriter, a rapper, a producer, and an actor. Without that bold approach to life, would she have ever starred in Moonlight or Hidden Figures? But perhaps it was a similarly head-long embrace of pescatarianism that caused her mercury issue. In a previous interview with Glamour she attributed her smooth, radiant skin to "a really great diet, you know, lots of vegetables and fish," but according to a video entitled "A Medically Inadvisable Amount of Tuna," a serious case of mercury poisoning can cause fatigue, muscle weakness, and even… peeling skin.

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Is it possible that Monáe's poisoning was no accident? Was it part of "prank" to sabotage her flawless skin?!

That clip is part of Nick Kroll and John Mulaney's prank show Too Much Tuna, in which they take on the characters of Gil Faizon and George St. Geegland in order to surprise celebrity guests with sandwiches stacked with humiliating amounts of tuna. Past guests subjected to this indignity have included Chris Pratt, Leslie Jones, and Adam Driver. It seemed that Kroll and Mulaney's reign of terror was finally over when their Broadway show Oh, Hello closed in 2017, but with Chance the Rapper's revival of the Punk'd series, the pair may have felt it was time to reunite.

We do not currently have the evidence to prove that Kroll and Mulaney were behind Monáe's illness, but tuna is among the most mercury-rich fish, meaning that "too much tuna" is a likely cause. If they relied on Monáe's pescatarian diet and her bold approach to life—did she "skydive" into actually eating one of those sandwiches?!—in order to inflict their brand of "comedy" on one of our most celebrated musical and dramatic talents, they must be stopped. We need to send a message that there's nothing funny about acute chemical poisoning: #TooMuchTooMuchTuna

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Monáe also spoke with The Cut about the strangeness of being a public figure and how people create elaborate stories about celebrities based on scraps of information and figments of their imagination. Janelle Monáe will be performing at the Academy Awards ceremony on Sunday, February 9th, along with Billie Eilish, Elton John, Idina Menzel, and Randy Newman.

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Angel Olsen's "All Mirrors" Is a Summoning and an Exorcism

Olsen's newest album takes the spiritual, introspective lyricism of her early work and blends them with the energy of her newer, 60s-influenced style.


In the myth of Hades and Persephone, the god of the underworld lures Demeter's daughter down into his subterranean kingdom, stealing her away from her mother and the world of the living.

She winds up spending half of her life aboveground, and the other half below.

On her new album All Mirrors, Angel Olsen plays both Hades and Persephone, entertaining her darker sides and lighting candles within them, entering the labyrinth, and finding her own way out of it. What results is an epic about transformation, one that ultimately offers up hints of release.

It seems that Olsen intended for the album to be a sort of healing force. When a fan tweeted, "F*ck me up QUEEN," in response, Olsen replied, "I'm trying to unf*ck some sh*t. Stay tuned."

If you've followed her career, Olsen has been trying to unf*ck things for a while, though her particular brand of healing has never meant ignoring reality. (One of her most shattering songs of her early folk days was "Unf*cktheworld," after all). But after growing tired of comparisons that painted her as nothing more than a mournful, lost folk singer, she leapt towards the indie pop sphere with 2016's MY WOMAN, abandoning her more introspective, transcendental lyricism and mournful finger-picking patterns for synths, electric guitar, and sweeping, poppier choruses.

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All Mirrors feels like a combination of the abstract, spiritually charged refinement of her early work, and the ambition and energy of My Woman. What sets this album apart from most of Olsen's other work is its heavy reliance on string arrangements, which provide the album with a more austere, almost 1950s-style kind of refinement, though 1970s psychedelia is also a clear influence. Some reviewers have complained that the complex, dreamy arrangements muddle the album's overall impact, but in a way, the album itself is about feeling lost and muddled and finding clarity within those feelings; the arrangements work to put that feeling into sound.

The album opens with the ominous "Lark," a slow burner that feels like a summoning. It pulls the listener straight into the rabbit hole, quickly devolving into a nightmarish vortex of slanted strings and warped synths. "Tell me I was the one / you'd always be losing," she sings, vocals processed through her usual layers of vintage-style overdrive. "Dream on," she repeats, as the song builds up to its climax, which is a brew of Led Zeppelin's harmonics and Mitski's experimental rock.

Across the board, the lyrics on All Mirrors are abstract, frequently bending time and tense, sometimes making it difficult to draw clear, immediate meanings from them. For example, the title track, "All Mirrors," contains the confounding line "all mirrors are erasing." It's ostensibly a song about the passage of time, but it could be about so much more—perspective, delusion, the way memory refracts and splinters when examined retroactively.

Songs like "Spring" find Olsen seeking release from confusion, though even on this relatively simple track, she can't resist a few tidal waves of synths. Similarly, "What It Is" places staccato cello hits and frenetic violins over a pop chord progression, but it never shakes off the layer of dreamy mistiness that surrounds the whole album.

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In an era where it's hard to separate music from politics and artists from their art, All Mirrors feels remarkably detached, lost in a dimension of its own. But the confusion that defines this album could, in its own way, emblematize the confusion and lostness that defines so much of life in the modern world. It seems to be about the very obscurity that inspires us to leap to extreme conclusions if only to avoid the hazy darknesses of unanswerable questions and an unknowable future.

This confusion doesn't mean that Olsen isn't a powerful presence. In Allison P. Davis's lightly sardonic and mostly brilliant profile, the artist seems comfortable with her own contradictions, if slightly annoyed by them. She lives in a house full of incense and hidden crystals, but smokes cigarettes and downs margaritas; she goes on runs through cemeteries and points out morbid local haunts with a smile.

Near the end of the article, she starts talking about love, saying first that at one point, she was sure she wanted to live alone with cats. Then she wondered if she was gay or if she just hated men, then wondered if she'll get married and have kids, then decided she'd just have a kid by herself.

"I'm trying to imagine when I have a partner one day — whoever that partner shall be that's strong enough to be around me," she says. "Will I want them in my house? You know, with all my stuff in the places that I like them? With their weird dude sh*t?" It's refreshing to hear a woman wonder if her partner will be strong enough for her and her world, instead of wondering if she'll be able to temper herself enough to become palatable to someone else.

In a world that tends to glorify the idea that we need to have set viewpoints, and that glorifies long-lasting and all-consuming love, Olsen's views on both subjects are a welcome change.

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By the final song, "Chance," Olsen seems to have reached a form of rest. If the demons haven't been completely excised, then they've been tempered. Placing Olsen's gorgeous vocals over arpeggiation that could've been pulled straight from a Roy Orbison track, "Chance" feels like the kind of song that could soundtrack nostalgic, slow-motion footage of a bygone love affair in any given movie flashback.

"Worst feeling I've ever had is gone. I know how it all comes back, I know too well," she sings. "I'm not looking for the answer / or anything that lasts. I just want to see some beauty / try and understand… It's hard to say forever, love," she sings. "Forever's just so far. Why don't you just say you're with me now / for all of your heart?" Those lyrics are a kind of olive branch, bearing the realization that while change may be the only certainty in life, at least we have brief moments of light—and music to follow us through the shifting seasons, into the darkness and back out again.