Your Friday gift this week is Bad Bunny, the Puerto Rican trap star who dropped a VERY promising album in December. If you’re trying to place him, he’s the guy that’s not J.Balvin on “I Like It” with Cardi B., but please follow him over to his own turf if you haven’t already. Drake, Diplo, and the Dominican singer El Alfo are all in on the party (‘party’ meaning ‘album’– no, ‘DEBUT album’), reveling in Bunny’s blend of Reggaeton, dembow, trap and rock. On “¿Quién Tú Eres?” he challenges (in Spanish, of course) “Who are you?/ Tell me partner, who are you?/ To get close to me, who are you?,” implying that he’s someone to be reckoned with. And you know, he’s not wrong. Once you’re hooked on this first track, proceed to other standouts, which include “NI BIEN NI MAL” and “Cuando Perriabas”. Weekend: sorted.
A few weeks back, California banned car insurers from discriminating on the basis of gender. Evidently, some companies had been charging higher rates to men, and others to women– there was no consensus on who was the bigger liability– so now everybody pays the same! Feels almost like RBG had something to do with it. (But please direct your thanks to California Insurance Commissioner Dave Jones.)
Of course, some other states are steps ahead of CA; Hawaii, Massachusetts, Montana, North Carolina, Pennsylvania and some parts of Michigan had already banned gender discrimination. But in California’s defense, they also ban insurance rate adjustment based on educational status, job, and credit score, so they still come out on top in the inclusivity Olympics.
To counterbalance that new measure of justice, life insurance companies in New York are now allowed to monitor your social media to inform your premium. If you’re about to buy a policy, a list of do’s and don’ts for your socials:
Do:
Performatively exercise
Post others’ acai bowls as your own
Take selfies while sitting; label as ‘meditation’
Don’t:
Juul (on instagram as in life)
Post while drunk
Divulge any negative emotions that might be construed as life-shortening
Nothing like a little repression to extend your living years.
Snag a pair of ankle weights and gram away. At this point, they’re almost fashion.
