Avid readers of the Herald (AKA friends of the Herald e-board) are probably well aware of my campaign to make Robyn, goddess of music and androgynous hair, our Spring Fling headliner. However, for the newbies out there, let me enlighten you. In the mid-2000s, God gave the world Robyn as an I’m-Sorry for the Bush years. Her mix of danceable pop and Swedish charisma have kept her both on the charts and in the hearts of the nation. And in many ways, Robyn has served as the spirit-guide of my own life. My workout playlist is actually just “Call Your Girlfriend” on repeat. Body Talk, Part II helped me through the saga that was Chuck and Blair’s breakup on Gossip Girl. Sometimes, when I’ve had a stressful day, I put on “Dancing On My Own” and dance on my own in my apartment, pretending that I am Robyn. If I were to describe Robyn in a word, it would be “everything.” There is only one thing that she is not: our 2015 Spring Fling headliner. This is my Everest, and I will not rest until I see Robyn onstage on Old Campus come April. #robyn4sf2015