Indeed, how *do* I explain it all?
Indulging a favorite pastime of mine, namely reading poorly rated Pitchfork music reviews, I came across this line about an album by a guy named Jack Peñate:
"Listening to Matinée straight through is exhausting, like being trapped in the kitchen at a college party while someone with curiously wide eyes Explains It All to you."
Call me an egoist, but I seriously thought for a minute that the author of the review could maybe, possibly have been talking about an encounter with university-age me.