During my honeymoon in Italy, one might assume I'd opt for Marvin Gaye or something romantic to help set the mood. This was not the case. Sorry cute cobblestone streets, wisteria-draped hotels, vertiginous sunsets of peach, pink and terracotta - and especially sorry to Tyler. Instead, much of the trip was soundtracked by my Bhad Bhabie phase (the one I'm currently still in). My favorite moment was at a restaurant in Positano where I finally found a much deserved bottle of pinot noir and all I wanted to do was IG Story it and use the music option to put Bhad Bhabie's "Juice" over it. Long story short, Instagram still hasn't pushed through the music option to my phone. Now, because the event was so obviously tramatic (not really), every time I have a glass of wine guess what song I'm singing?