You It’s all “Ew, boys” right up until the moment you get your boat neck wedding dress and your bonded pair of labradoodles. And start posting fucking Facebook letterboard memes for your parents where you complain about hubby’s snoring and property taxes. Or whatever the fuck. Nobody here actually has real problems. 5535756900 This is just a daisy chain of empty compliments. A validation cartel. Or worse, because y’all also get to consume other people’s suffering and feel, all at once, superior, gracious, and caring for it. Edwina “y’all” You are
