If Gen Z had a patron saint, she’d have a striped mullet, a vape in one hand, a mic in the other, and her name would be Lola Young.

The night her new album dropped, I went to worship at her glittery, scowling altar – tragically afflicted as I am with the condition of being a millennial.

To be clear, I did not go into the night expecting a changed perspective. At most, I expected a few very good pop songs, some tepid influencer selfies, and perhaps a brand booth or two.

What I got instead was a crash course in Gen Z emotional logic – and a tiny crystal glued to my molar.

Let me explain.

24-year-old Lola Young’s chaotic, confessional single Messy became the most-streamed song by a British artist in the world earlier this year. Now she’s followed it up with I’m Only F**ing Myself*, an al

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