"I Want to Love a Boy the Way I Love the Ocean"
Listen, it shouldn’t come as a surprise to any of you that I listen to Maya Hawke’s albums on repeat through most of my workday (sometimes I spice it up with murder podcasts). She has the voice of an angel and the lyrics of a genius, and I get sucked into her music and find myself really, truly pondering the things that she’s saying, appreciating music the way it’s supposed to be appreciated. And the first time I heard “To Love a Boy,” I recognized myself in the words. “I want to love a boy the way I love the ocean.” I grew up reading about these grand love stories, love stories where men would swoop women off their feet, and their love became their entire world, and, truly, all they needed was that love (or whatever The Beatles said), and it never sat right with me. Even as a kid, I had questions. What do you mean she just married the prince and lived happily ever after? What about her dreams? What if she wanted to be a veterinarian (stick with me, I was very hyper-focused on ev...