I had mixed feelings when I first learned that The Umbrella Academy would be coming back to Nextflix on July 31st. On one hand, I remembered how excited I was when I first read the series’ description. A superhero show inspired by Gerard Way’s comic book series sounded like Netflix snuck into my brain to fuse my love of superheroes with my love of angsty 2000s pop-rock. I expected something fun and fast-paced. I hoped for beautifully choreographed fight scenes set to a killer soundtrack. And Netflix delivered. I could watch superheroes foil a bank robbery with Fitz and The Tantrums playing in the background all day.
When I started selling luxury accessories at Barneys, I was immediately self-conscious. I sheepishly displayed belts that cost more than my rent and tried to smile through comments about what a “good deal” a thousand-dollar purse was. How could I convince customers to trust me when their dogs sported more expensive raincoats than I wore? I was a pre-makeover Anne Hathaway, but with no hope of Stanley Tucci saving me with a pair of Chanel boots.