Ever since the Tumblr-scrolling days of my youth, my ultimate goal in life has always been to be seen as someone who is undoubtedly, undeniably, unquestionably “cool”.

As most other former insecure, desperate-to-be-perceived-as-cool teenagers would attest to, the formation of our identities directly coincided with the media, fashion, celebrities or philosophies we were fans of at the time. It was paramount that what we happened to enjoy got the stamp of approval by whatever chic society we were chomping at the bit to be accepted into, digital or otherwise.

For me, it was the internet It Girls that dominated my laptop’s screen during the early-to-mid-2010s, who expressed their love for Cigarettes After Sex, Lana Del Rey, FKA twigs, and TV shows and movies almost exclusively made 20 years prior.

I wanted nothing more than to be just like them and to be a part of the Cool Girl Club.

I told my friends at school that I was a fan of “this old show called Twin Peaks”, saying it loudly enough so my fellow classmates would be in awe of how enigmatic my interests were, spellbound by my affinity for a TV show belonging to our parents’ generation.

You’d think that by now, as I’m........

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