Black Sheep by Suckers A little gift, because the more I listened to the choral version of Creep, the more depressed it made me. I didn’t want to leave you with that for the weekend. This should do the opposite.
And here is a more thoughtful, soberly-written, exhaustive, cranky, east-coast-elite-y and longer (much longer, pack a lunch) essay hitting a lot of the same sentiments I was hoping to get to below. Give it a read if so inclined. If not, enjoy the song.