It takes a pop-culture village to keep me out of the bad place. With the stress-inducing confluence of the upcoming elections, the ongoing pandemic and fire season, I've found myself burrowing ever deeper into my go-to entertainment escapes. Some people have their wine and their CBD gummies, and I have my cake catastrophes and my Taylor Swift marathons. Whatever works, right?
And boy, does this stuff work for me. To show my appreciation for what my singing, baking and exercising friends have done for me lately, here is a loud and grateful shoutout to the pop-culture posse that keeps me upright and smiling. Not always in that order.
