Imagine a culture in which dead friends and lost childhoods are the norm.
Helping college kids relieve their stress, one private sob at a time.
“If I was ever upset around my dad there was no way he was going to let me openly cry about something.”
"Old men in cardigans with their fly down and mismatched socks."
"Do you guys ever notice how trap is basically the hip-hop equivalent to emo?"
Screenwriters are using science and cunning to spill your tears.
"I picture him sitting alone at a desk, hunched eagerly over his phone or tablet, aggressively beating one out. Lovely."
Don't believe anyone who says the secret is eight hugs a day.