I want to preface this by saying: I love Lenny and Stella, and this article, though cynical, is all in good fun.
Ok now that that's out of the way omg.
Apparently my heartbeat makes me a billionaire. Which is exactly what I will tell my landlord next time he asks for rent. "Sorry, I don't have money. But here's an EKG scan in lieu of rent." Just as good.
Also very unfortunate timing to talk about investing given the whole Gamestop stock ("stonks" iykyk) debacle.
And we need to talk about this:
Wtf is that??? Why is there a towering version of Lenny? Why is everyone ok with it? Do they know he's there and in this universe Lenny Kravitz is giant and plays guitar in the mountains on the reg? Or is he some sort of god whose guitar playing sets life in motion?
Many parents would probably argue the latter in our universe, so that's the one I'm going with.
Now that I've had my critical fun, I'm gonna go get drunk on Stella and go full Heather Graham to "American Woman."