I’m old. I’m 37. It’s interesting for me to see that just recently people have started recommending stuff that is not new to me. As a teenager, I wore amber glasses to filter out the blue light from my computer monitor (dad, you were so right!), went on an Atkin-esque diet when conventional wisdom was even more obsessed with low fat than now, and had butter in my coffee (okay, technically the butter was on the soda crackers that I dunked in my coffee, but the butter did end up in my coffee). Sadly, back then there was no internet as we know it now, no blogs, no Instagram. I could have been famous. Now I’m just old.