The Rise of the Reboot: Why We Can’t Escape Nostalgia
I’ve wondered if I, too, have become a member of a generation reluctant to move past adolescence.
Where were you when Emo Fest was announced? Who did it give you permission to text? What playlists did you revisit? Which elements of your younger self were suddenly unearthed?
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That first time I heard it, the music was so catchy and the words were so ridiculous that I threw my head back and laughed. I opened the curtains that had been closed for a month.
There is something freeing about being in a ballroom full of people singing about how we all deserve to feel a love that reverberates through the walls of our body.
“Plastic Hearts” was the album I needed to hear, articulating what no one else would tell me: My plastic was no longer serving me.