Hey guys, it’s me again, your friend the worst. You may remember me from my recent gripping and provocative piece on learning to love Paris. After I made my peace with the French (with the exception of the waitress at that cafe who told me there was no more breakfast and then proceeded to serve three different tables Eggs Benedict I hate you forever), I headed over to Greece to meet my friends Mish Way (of White Lung) and Hether Fortune (of Wax Idols and current bassist of White Lung) where they had a break from their international tour. We had arranged to have a little ladies vacation in Hydra, one of the Saronic islands about three hours from Athens by ferry (no relation to the evil world-wide organization that was the enemy of Tony Stark, I don’t think anyway). With the exception of one crazy night in Athens with our pals Deafheaven, all we really engaged in was some pretty high level chilling. If you ever make it over this corner of the Aegean Sea, here are some of our travel tips…
I have a confession to make. Come closer. No, closer. *whispers* I don’t like really Paris. That’s right, I said it. It’s yet another marker that separates me from my gender (female) and my species (hipster). I don’t care for French food, I don’t eat baguettes or croissants, and I entertain no romantic notions of writing poetry at a charming cafe in Le Marais or strolling arm in arm with a handsome stranger along the banks of the Seine discussing Proust while wearing some sort of swishy dress. I have to go there once or twice a year for work (do you hear the tiniest violin ever playing me a sad symphony?) and generally I serve as a painful embarrassment to the USA, scurrying around with a giant iced Americano (lol) from Starbucks, dressing like more like Joey Ramone than Jane Birkin, and culling more of my meals from the supermarket than from chic little bistros. I am, in short, the worst. However, this last trip over to the city of lights, I managed to actually enjoy one of the most beautiful cities in the world (applause, please) thanks to some great friends, a better attitude (thanks, therapy!), and a few insider tips, all of which I am here to share with you.
Let’s talk about that first moment you realized that one of the woman responsible for some of the most formative movies of your childhood—we’re talking 10 Things I Hate About You, She’s The Man and Legally Blonde to name a few. Then, let’s talk about the moment that comes next: When you realize she’s just put a book out. And it’s about three very different teenagers. And shoplifting. We’re pretty sure that moment is called “euphoria”.
We’re freaking out a little about this teaser of Björk’s new video… and lucky for us (and everyone else in Los