Because Lorde is perfect, the hook is insane, the perfect riff on every travel trope, a perfect existential representation of your f*cked up life and a clear manifestation of all those deep-seated psychological issues that arise as summer grinds to a halt, because nothing is perfect and never will be AND NO ONE ESCAPES. Basically, completely perfect.
For all that broadcast journalism is worth—not much these days?—Inside Edition recently did a fascinating segment on how there’s been a surge in tourist deaths… all because people are absolutely obsessed with recreating that perfect cliff-jumping shot for Insta.
I think I can see tears in her eyes she pulls out the Spanish salami. In Ellie Scaffa’s own words:
The grinder is great, sometimes I go home with a little bit of mango juice and passion juice on, it’s just having fun, the water’s splashing in your face… but this is what we have to do to protect American agriculture, it’s part of our job.
A recent Elite Daily article claimed some people are just born to be travelers—literally—because they possess one very particular gene. But it’s a serious oversimplification to chalk up wanderlust tendencies to one piece of genetic hardwiring.
Marco Polo is hot and there are naked chicks swordfighting. Sydney and I rate each episode of Netflix’s new drama based on how many times one of the most famous travelers ever appears shirtless (and how many naked girls there are) in the most epic, horrible bingewatch of the holiday season.