It’s Friday, and no one captures that Friday feeling better than Ace Wilder. While musicians like Onuka are aspirational (look at her Instagram feed! That cute dog! Handsome man! Perfect life!), Ace Wilder is our id run wild, our basest instincts of being selfish and lazy and inclined to do nothing but goof off. She’s the version of us who says, “So you didn’t make it to yoga this weekend and ended up spending all day Sunday in bed watching Real Housewives episodes you’ve seen before? It’s okay, hon. You do you.”
Can she have her own category at Eurovision every year; an automatic bye that she alone gets, to bring a certified kiss my ass sass banger to the competition? Make it happen, Jon Ola Sand.