made myself a full Negroni sbagliato before I could work up the nerve to open my hinge messages

as always the appeal of nostalgia is you’ve already sorted this experience into a category and you know what (friendly, unthreatening) emotions it will elicit in you

could be just me but I remember a time (my teens) when pop music, including and even especially music made by men, had a real sympathy towards women as independent human beings and their emotions as holding weight. How To Save A Life by the fray came on the radio recently and I was struck by the framing of a couple’s argument from the woman’s frustrated, at the end of her rope perspective, sympathizing with her as the one of the two who is not a coward, rather than an irrational emotional bitch. This keeps coming up as I revisit big hits from the later 00s. Obbbbviously this isn’t universal and it reached an irritating crux in the emo-tinged “youre so beautiful and in so much pain” kind of forerunners of the manic pixie view of women, but honestly I have to say it’s refreshing

One piña colada in a pineapple and I’m going up to 60+ year old couples on the beach like can I take that picture for you

“Speaking strictly for me we both could’ve died then and there” is an atom bomb of a lyric. Insanely brave to write that in a song about your ex

I love using emojis like hieroglyphic determinatives. Eating a pastry 🥐 and having a coffee ☕️

first stop of my bourdain tour of Lisbon i met the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my LIFE and now we’re instagram friends. On to the next