"adult contemporary" is the boringest name for a musical genre, but when you hear it you're like "yeah, aptly put, that's what that is"
imagining a cultivated identity surrounding adult contemporary like metal, punk, goth etc. like loads of adult contemporaryheads rolling up in their trademark beige pants to be unobjectionable and celebrate the music of steve winwood.
Very calm riots in the men's section at Target where a single pair of chinos ends up on the floor
