One in a Millennial: On Friendship, Feelings, Fangirls, and Fitting In

by Kate Kennedy

I always hear people say, “If it’s not a hell yes, it’s a hell no,” but I’m not blessed with this level of decisiveness. Or enthusiasm, for that matter.

not spending your whole life in a shitty relationship is a “W” to me.

You meet up with a potential new friend, and even if you click, it’s often weeks (if not months) before you can coordinate schedules for the next gathering. At that pace, it’s difficult to get acquainted, much less attached at the hip, and suddenly you realize making BFFs as an adult is a lot harder than it was in your youth.

The enjoyment of pumpkin-adjacent things is so closely associated with the excessively memeified “basic bitch” (which to me, is a way of calling you the Trefoil of humans, in Girl Scout speak),