His Royal Gingerness

You know you've been hit hard with the crazy stick when you're walking down the street on the way to work and it suddenly occurs to you that you maybe kind of like someone and you burst into tears because you literally don't know how to handle a feeling.

There is no two word phrase that bums me out more than "active recovery."

Last weekend, I was interviewed for a blog that was created by a Berklee economics professor (surprise! Berklee has classes that aren't called Techno/Rave Ensemble or Ear Training 4 or The History of Britney Spears). The blog is appropriately called otherberkleealumni.com and it's a huge archive of interviews with Berklee grads who are successfully working in fields that are not music. And if you take the term "successfully" a little bit stretchily, that's me.

He asked me a lot of questions, all of which were good, and I just found myself talking and talking. I don't even know what I said. At one point he asked me about what I wished I had gotten more of at Berklee and I think I said something about a higher level of academic discourse, at which point I violently recoiled at my own douchiness. And I definitely said something about how we should all "be kind to ourselves" when trying to navigate our careers after Berklee. I think I was using the word "kind" because I saw Meghan Markle use it when talking about His Royal Gingerness and it stuck in the back of my brain. Man that girl really did it, didn't she. She's beautiful and smart and bagged a royal and there's literally nothing that I can shit on her for. As far as I'm concerned, she and Amal Clooney are untouchable.