Last night was an “Oppa Night” full of videos, Instagram pictures and gushing. I love these nights, even if I never have much to share. I have a confession. I don’t have an oppa. I know “oppa” can be oppa if he is good looking, regardless of age, but my cynical side just can’t. Even if I love a character in a drama, the real oppa just isn’t the same. Of course, there is my bias group, but those dorks are talented, hilarious and wonderful, but definitely not oppa. And yet, even though I don’t have an “oppa,” I love these nights. It’s such a time of hope, positivity and possibility and in this world of gloom and doom, thank you for sharing that with me. Love, February.