The Albums That Saved Me From 2016
The internet is dragging us back into 2016. Some of us are kicking and screaming.
If you used any social media in recent weeks, you’ve probably noticed that a whole lot of people have time traveled back to 2016.
2016 is trending. A calendar year. Is trending. I didn’t think that a specific year in the relatively recent past was a creative enough meme prompt, but perhaps I’ve lost some whimsy in my grumpy dotage.
In any event, this mostly means we’re seeing a surfeit of quirky selfies dipped in the Valencia filter, massive plaid scarves and block eyebrows, and a lot of wistful reminiscing.1
Again, perhaps odd to romanticize so much when it’s only been ten years, but it allows the youths to participate. Setting aside all the overbearing thinkpieces with titles like “IS NOSTALGIA GEN Z’S COPING MECHANISM?!,” I’m all for it. In theory.
Normally, I’d even join in. But it so happens that 2016 was one of the worst years of my life. I lost two jobs and two relationships in quick succes…
