Hermoine Hoby at the Guardian is worried she might be too old for pop. She’s twenty-seven. It’s all sparked by an email from a friend:

It made me want to ask a question [to my friend] that, like those twin impulses of adolescence itself, is both facetious and sincere: am I too old for pop? He kindly obliged via email. After joking that I was ‘certainly too old to be a music journalist — they generally peak in their early teens’, he went on: ‘But seriously, pop matters most when you’re younger. At that early stage, our appreciation of pop, and of music in general, is uncluttered by history, significance or other people’s expectations. It’s just a rush of joyful acceptance.’

Read it here.