Once upon a time, a 33-year-old fuccboi told a 23-year-old me that I should “be more of a feminist, you know”. I then listened to him talk for several hours on his thoughts of what feminism entailed.

Several weeks later, I sat in his car while he explained to me what a national sensation No Doubt had been, and proceeded to list Gwen Stefani’s entire discography and each song’s impact on not only his life.

I’ve done my fair share of drugs, but my relationship with this man was definitely the craziest thing I did in my 20s. You’ll do such dumb fucking shit when you’re young, hurt, and insecure.