Sad & Boujee

CL’s Matthew Warhol Recommends: When I was in high school, I remember seeing ‘80s parties happening at clubs and thinking, “This is embarrassing. When I am in my 40s, I will never try to relive my glory days like these old fucks.” Never would I have thought that a mere 12 years later, when I am still in my twenties, people in my age-range would be foaming at the mouths for emo night, 2009-themed parties, or, the worst-named one yet, “Sad & Boujee.” First off, the Migos pun is an insult to the seminal Atlanta rap group. But this cringe DJ cash grab is reactionary, made only to feed the millennial audience longing for their hair straighteners and skinny jeans, so the rest of my gripes lie with them. Millennials, you can still be cool. You do not need to fawn for the pop culture of your high school/college years, because Panic! At The Disco kinda sucked the first time around. I love Paramore as much as the next person, but Haley Williams herself would be rolling her eyes at you dusting off your shutter shades for this event. Do better, please. — MW