Frose(n)

Listen: Solar Pilgrim by Twain

There’s just something nice about a tenor, you know? On Solar Pilgrim, a song that’s being called a ‘cosmic waltz,’ Twain’s high-up vocals cut through dusty, 50s-style background guitar-and-drumset. Without going so far as to call him ‘the Elvis of 2018’ — that would be extreme– this guy sure sounds like the past. Listen and see.

Year of Frosé (for the fourth time in a row)

America loves eliding things. After the transformation of previously-just-fine short denim into ‘jorts’ and a dogged insistence on ‘hanger,’ we’re now several summers deep into ‘frosé’, and it’s showing up in more iterations than is maybe appropriate. And by ‘iterations,’ I mean spellings. ‘Frose’ is a rose with a typo. ‘Frosè’… doesn’t make any sense. If you’re gonna serve it, get it together.

People who have gotten it together

1. Jeni’s, the $12-a-pint ice cream company, is now making frosé sorbet, completely decentralizing the definition of frosé.

2. Taco Bell serves it as a slushie, but unfortunately only at their sit-down Cantina restaurants. Would advocate for frosé drive through. (7-11 a good candidate?)

3. Dole, the fruit company, has published a recipe for frosé involving strawberries, which means either that they have a *fantastic* marketing person, or that frosé is, in fact, over. Placing bets on the latter.

Not to be confused with brosé $

That’s rosé, in any form, consumed by a (likely-Chubbies-wearing) bro. Not mad at it– real men* drink pink. And expose thigh**.

*(‘real men,’ ha.)

**wonder what Chubbies has to say about jorts.

Frosé all day (maybe just until next year),

Margot

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