You know what they say, the night time is the right to...celebrate your female friendships, GIRL!!! And thank goodness there's still about three hours left of Galentine's Day, because that means you've got plenty of time to throw on Lin-Manuel Miranda's playlist, specially crafted for the holiday designed for women to celebrate each other, in all their queendom.
"All Ladies," he says. Because Lin is a freaking feminist, and because honestly, if he had put a single song by a man on that playlist, he would have been immediately torn to shreds by the internet. What I love about Lin is that he still makes playlists with the enthusiasm of a 16 year-old me, trying to impress a teen boy who probably thought I was weird for liking Belle and Sebastian and that I didn't listen to enough Brand New. Lin is a little bit square, entirely well-meaning and hopelessly hopeful (all descriptors also apply to teen me).
I'd like to imagine that if this Spotify playlist were being crafted by Lin in the late aughts, that it would come in the form of a CD covered in Sharpie'd illustrations, kept safe in a neon-colored jewel case. And yes, I imagine that he would have painstakingly cut out a square piece of paper to fit within the clasps jewel case and carefully written down the tracks in his scribbly boy handwriting. Lin would have cared about the order of the songs because he wanted the mix to be an "experience, you know?" Something that starts in one place and by the time it ends, it's transformed into something entirely different.
This playlist includes such tracks as "Dog Days Are Over" by Florence + The Machine and "On The Radio" by Regina Spektor, which makes me wonder if Lin has been listening to the same "Saturday morning happy place" Pandora playlist since 2009, and yet, I only find it more endearing. I love that someone who will never be textbook cool wrote Hamilton, which is an entirely different, better kind of cool that makes the textbook cool people wish they ever cared about something that much. And so my wish to you, fellow ladies, is that on this Galentine's Day evening you channel your inner Lin, throw on his playlist and revel in how great it feels to have other lady friends who support you, and would probably make mix CDs if that were still a thing, but just group text you too much instead.