Framing a personal struggle around a song is tacky. I hate when writers do that.
But Lorde’s latest release, a stirring piano ballad called “Liability,” puts into words a form of uncertainty I could never articulate. The 20-year-old songstress has peeled back her angsty exterior to reveal an underlying paradox I know all too well: genuine confidence coupled with a perpetual feeling of loneliness.
My dad is a second-generation obstetrician and gynecologist, meaning he spends his days delivering babies, talking to women about their problems (whether health-related or not) and making sure their reproductive systems are in check. His father, my abuelo, did the same until he retired just last year.