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Have you ever ugly-cried about
Fall Out Boy?
If you are a person molded by music and the stories behind the lyrics, you will not be able to put this down. I felt every poetic line in They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us because Hanif made it seem like you were at these concerts with him, listening to these albums for the first time with his fingers tapping against your skin on the beat, and it makes you want to take a road trip to Ohio where Hanif picks the playlist and you just sit there and soak it all in. But just focusing on the musical commentary puts this book in a box it doesn't deserve. It doesn't matter if you know or love the artists, these essays are so much more than that. These are essays about living and surviving and they are brilliantly filtered through your favorite artists and pop culture in a way that elevates Abdurraqib into a new space as one of the greatest voices we have today. Everyone should pay attention to him and bow down to his words.
in the spotlight:
Have you ever been saved by asphalt?
I have not once in my life laughed harder than the time Abbi on Broad City got injected with Epinephrine at her fancy birthday dinner trying to save Ilana from a shellfish allergy and she went all holy sumo wrestler in a tight bodycon dress on top of a five-star dinner table with Amy Poehler as the chef. NEVER. I would like that scene played at my funeral. I have rewatched Broad City no less than 17 times. Some of my best experiences in college involved being hungover out-of-my-mind laughing hysterically with my college roommates, ogling my $20 TV from Walmart that you need binoculars to watch in my twin-sized bed to the funniest show that has ever aired on television.
So imagine my sweet, sweet satisfaction when I found out Abbi Jacobson was coming out with a memoir that follows her driving cross country from New York to LA—