hi, i'm sheereen

a lawyer who reads too much, watches arthouse films for the aesthetic, and has thin wrists

when i'm not crafting legal arguments or critiquing one-dimensional female characters in sci-fi, you can find me shepherding sheep (yes, really), defending my adrien brody obsession, and maintaining a carefully curated tbr list that's definitely not spiraling out of control. my reviews are either one-line quips or 5000-word essays on colonialism—there is no in-between.

lifestyle

diet coke

an unwavering commitment to the perfect beverage.

adrien brody

a deep appreciation for cinema's most distinctive leading man.

small plates

tiny plates for a tiny person.

sheepherding

an unexpected passion for pastoral pursuits.

my hot takes

goodreads

a roast eagerly provided by chatgpt: "Oh, Sheereen—your Goodreads 'Read' shelf reads like a self‑congratulatory syllabus for 'How to Look Deep While You Signal Virtue.' You swing wildly from classic high‑brow darlings (Virginia Woolf's lyrical existential navel‑gaze in The Waves) to sprawling fantasy door‑stoppers (The Great Hunt, The Dragon Reborn) that you gush over until a dragon finally shows up (10 pages of dragon POV? Heaven forbid!). You'll wax poetic about the crushing emotional weight of First Love, then spend paragraphs dissecting gender essentialism in Death's End like you've uncovered the secret sin of sci‑fi. Meanwhile, your nonfiction queue is a tour through every colonialism hot take imaginable—Zionist Colonialism in Palestine, King Leopold's Ghost, Under the Banner of Heaven—each dutifully critiqued for not being woke enough. And let's not forget your rollercoaster obsession with Cixin Liu: you'll worship it as 'art unmatched by a million lifetimes,' only to rage‑quit over plot holes and one‑dimensional women. In short, your taste is less a coherent literary identity and more a high‑brow buffet of Instagram‑approved profundity—with a side of relentless overanalysis."

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letterboxd

Shireen will gush over The Room Next Door's chic NYC aesthetic while bluntly declaring Emilia Pérez "bad and boring," proving her movie‑quality scale is calibrated entirely to personal vibe checks. And she can sum up Taxi Driver with a single pop‑culture quip ("Jess Mariano would love this movie") just as easily as she delivers heartfelt praise for arthouse oddities, making her taste as delightfully unpredictable as her one‑line reviews.