What is up with being called ma'am? Am I not still in my twenties? Walking home from a late night drink or three, a boy-man, at least twenty, called me ma'am. What the hell? I told him not to do it again. I am a miss.

Tricky Pup did it, so I have to as well. This typeface is not only gorgeous, but you have GOT to dig the text used in the specimen, I mean come on, how many of these specimens do you see with references to some of the greatest bands, like, ever, duh. we love you diadala.