I will inevitably get to an age where I won’t understand the appeal of something new—from a stylistic or cultural standpoint. Because I’ll be too “old”. I don’t suspect, however, I’ll have too much trouble bonding with my daughters over music. Just because two people don’t have identical tastes does not mean that they can’t enjoy anything together. And that’s what makes music, film, literature and hobbies fun. They are all better shared.

This “holiday” sucks. How did we even get to it? I’d do the research if I cared more about it, but I am just going to assume it was some guy in the 16th century named Bob who once put a dead rat in someone’s mutton as a joke, and now people fake pregnancies just for shits and giggles. We do not need this holiday anymore. April 1st 2020 is the day the siren song of bad jokes and insensitive pranks died. Between a reality show President who ignored a global pandemic and every single commercial brand trying to be the lamest on social media, we are better off just cancelling the whole thing.