Britney was wrong. There are three types of people out there: the ones who entertain, the ones who observe, and the ones who lose their mind writing essays upon essays of criticism on a single song. Underwire is for that third category of freaks. Open a bottle of rosé and lose a few hours indulging in a deeper gossip.
I’m Kate, I’m a 23 year old communications manager at a think tank, and I find my colleagues are too cerebral for me. None of them want to talk about Dua Lipa, about Metal Gear Solid, nor about the sacredness of Birkenstocks. That’s why I’m going to rope a bunch of you into read about all of it here.
Underwire 