I’ve spent a large chunk of the last three months crying. A combination of grief, work, men, a suffocating New York summer, over-crowded subway cars, and the very real experience of a stranger throwing a mango smoothie squarely at my chest in Times Square, has left me visibly and audibly upset in public.
All the time.
And I’d like to solemnly vouch for it as one of the best cures out there for, well, everything in the aforementioned combination. I promise you. So does science, for that matter.
In the 17th century people believed emotions—mostly love—heated our hearts and made “heart vapor”, which rose to our heads to escape through the most obvious orifice, our eyes, in the form of tears.
