But Where is Felicia Going?

Hand the Internet a meme, elicited by a distilled YouTube clip from Friday, and it will wear it to shreds.

Remind the Internet that another thing it does so well is capitalize on jealousy and FOMO and it will go, “Oh yea, I am good at that. Thank you for reminding me.” Then produce this:

Get tagged in the above photo enough times that you’re ready to throw your phone out a window, and we have a bit of a fork in your social media woods.

The innocent consumer of this meme and meta-meme has either one of two options:

1) Throw phone out the window (consider the high potential for a shattered screen) or

2) Join that which she cannot beat, leading us to another fork. This one is slightly more existential (the fork’s dividing question, that is. I do not mean the fork itself is existential, although a spoon very well may be. What even is a spoon?)

We know that Felicia is either:

A) Being routinely dismissed or

B) Consistently has somewhere to go–

And yet neither ask the very question that I think all of us as curious individuals need to know:

Where the F is Felicia going?

Art Basel? Home Depot? Woodbury Commons? Her grandmothers’ house? To find herself?

And will she be checking a suitcase, or just bringing a carry-on?

Did she have a proper going-away party with friends or was she like, “I’m just gonna keep things casual and tell everyone I’ll be at this one bar and then whoever wants to just stop by can.”

Did she pack enough underwear?

DID SHE REMEMBER HER PHONE CHARGER?

You tell me.