I’m strolling through Centennial Olympic Park on a warm spring day, rocking a crop top for the first time—at age 42. It’s black with the word MANIAC scrawled in thin, neon pink font. As I soak up the sun, I pass many others in the same shirt. The K-pop group Stray Kids is in town for their “Maniac” world tour, and Atlanta is overrun by STAYs—the official name for Stray Kids fans like me.
