In the lead-up to Valentine’s Day I would love for us all to get into this very ’80s song that touches 0% on romance and 1000000% on raw, Sapphic desire. It’s got all the elements you want in a V day bop: synths for days, a rejection of the heteronorm, and a beat made of pure tropical heat. Get on in.

If that song didn’t get you in the mood, try this news: evidently Snake People* are seeking prenups like no generation before. Think about this for two seconds and it makes sense: After we all grew up watching our parents’ messy divorces, it seems prudent to protect our own assets, however small or devoid of mainstream value. Would you perish without dog custody? Prenup it. Did you freeze your eggs? Who gets those? (If anyone answers “men,” I will excommunicate you.) And it’s not uncommon to come up with a social media policy in case of divorce, because nothing makes for a comfortable marriage like legal certainty that your betrothed can’t slander you down the line. How simple things must have been when marriage was just about people owning people.

*Millennials

This week on a new episode of The Cut podcast, one of my dearest friends grapples with her relationship to our other dear friend who recently moved away. Listen and you’ll learn first that I am most definitely not #1 friend, and more importantly, that there’s a real need to develop stronger vocabulary around non-sexual love relationships. If you also love your friends— like, a lot— listen here.