A personal story on how saying more FUCK IT to appearance injonctions and feel better. At a party last week, a very long party involving a night and a day, on an open air sandy dancefloor in Thaïland, some women with whom I had danced and laughed the whole night…

It’s a funky fenomena. Any coffee shop, brunch spot or new bistrot menu in most countries now seems to have secretly sealed a pact on giving a star role to Mr. Sexy Avocado. The ubiquitous fruit was called “butter of the poor” in pre-columbian America for millenium. Don’t get me…