Humiliations Help
On vulnerability, control, and the strange grace of losing your footing I came to Mexico for music. For joy. For the improbable pleasure of hearing Noah Kahan sing into a warm night with the Caribbean behind him. I did not come to discover, in a very public wristband line, that my digestive system had decided to revolt. There is a particular kind of humiliation that arrives when your body stops cooperating in front of strangers. It’s fast, intimate, and completely uninterested in your dignity. One moment you’re a […]


