You could give me 67 years to do homework and I wouldn’t do it until the night before
Casablancas was a famously volatile drinker; a 2003 Rolling Stone profile depicts him platonically kissing a male reporter on the neck seven times (“The night is still young,” he says, winking, when I bring this up) and then wandering off into the night.
When women get behind something, their sheer numbers and passion force it into the mainstream. That’s why you can name the actor who plays that werewolf kid in “Twilight” and probably sing at least the chorus to one Justin Bieber song. What do tween boys like? I have no clue. Sports? Probably sports.