Listen, Harry is my SON. But. I've consciously avoided learning anything new about him for a few years. I saw him four times on the last tour lmao but even then I didn't feel fully part of the fandom even though I think I spent more time thinking and talking about him in the past 14 years than 70% of people who dressed up for the concerts. I knew he'd fully come back into my life and... this is not the time. BUT I feel like we're getting there. I think he's lost and he's aware that he's lost and he's not pretending to himself that every choice he makes is groundbreaking. He is such a cosmopolitan 32 year old right now. He's running marathons, discovering techno, if he could he'd be on Hinge, he's probably being sent memes about being a performative man, he's treasuring friendships and family because this is when you realise they're making all the difference. Being a pop star is almost an accident at this point. The album is so good because it's sort of uninspired. It's inspired by little bits of life that he consciously decides are His Thing right now. What makes it good is that he's focused on his own life, on his own perceptions and doubts. I don't think he's living an especially compelling life, and maybe one day he will and he will deliver a heart-wrenching record. But I love that he's reflecting on the last tour and rejecting the 'mystic' image that he was playing with. I'm starting to see him more like a person. I used to judge his hairstyle choices like every one of them was extremely calculated. But I truly just think he's trying to do whatever looks best considering what he's working with. I can imagine him trying on different clothes before going out until he finds a decent outfit, being nervous before a date, starting to feel excited about dancing at the club after quite a long time of being a bit secluded because that felt safe and healthy. For the first time in years I genuinely think I could have a conversation with him without feeling he's somewhere else or without being intimidated. We could talk about being childless in our thirties and it wouldn't even be deep but it would be kind of honest and mindless in a nice way.




















