Do we really need to have this conversation?! Okay, no need to pull my hand here. We’ll talk Drake. God knows everyone else is, with the www blowing up these days over whatever the hell this fucking gorgeous man is doing. Yesterday he dropped the video for ‘Hotline Bling’ and the world picked at it inch by inch, from his way way way way too funny dance moves (how can you not love him seriously?!), to the music (he talented ok!), to his sartorial choices.

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But who gives a shit about his ‘dancing-like-a-drunk-dad-at-a-wedding’-moves – oh, oh, oh, oh, I’m sorry the Cha-cha-cha, my bad, my bad – when the song is so good and he looks beyond hot in his boots, and knits, and hoodies. Casual, cool, cozy – it’s like the man is a walking good-time-invitation. Netflix, chill, white wine. Fucking forget Netflix at this point.

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The sweater obsession is real though, but it’s not really about the sweater is it? It’s about all the above, and all Drake stands for really, as pretentious as that sounds. Yes, women love Drake. So what? In this very pop-culture-crush lies the whole obsession explanation: we want the real thing, sensitive real man, who can hold us in their cozy sweaters, kiss and cuddle, fuck with no restraints, love with no boundaries, cry when they fucked up, throw a fist when necessary, stand up to and by us, support us, don’t get chicken shit scared, admit when they do, be a good man to us and a bad boy to the rest. You know… Levelling up to THAT ain’t such a walk in the park, but I guess nicking a sweater from a style icon who stands for all the above will perpetuate the illusion of being somewhat similar. One can only hope, right guys?

 Regarding the sweater in Hotline Bling, stop fussing will ya’?! I got your back with a bunch of Drake sweaters below.

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And now if you’ll excuse me I’ll go fall in love some more, with a man who will never disappoint me from any point of view, cause he’s a fantasy. But that’s not the point. Ugh.