Victoria: It's our last issue of 2020 (we're giving ourselves a little break for the holidays). And what a year it's been!
Dear readers, originally we had scheduled this issue as some sort of 2020 best-of issue, but the last 12 months were so confusing and overwhelming we found it hard to tease out what we wanted to talk about in a fun and kooky way. So now you get this!
At the end of the year there's a lot of pressure to focus on the good, and only the good. I am sure that many people I know will be posting IG captions on December 31 along the lines of "This year threw so many challenges at us, but I'm so glad I had you by my side for it all, babe." And I'm describing that in a kind of nasty way, but probably I'm just jealous that 2020 isn't like a weird, quirky year for me — or at least that I can't pretend it was. I can't even do an Instagram #topnine because too many of the posts will be about my dad dying, and I don't think anyone wants to relive that. I feel sad and down and depressed. I have a hard time feeling hope for 2021, and all the years after that.