Where are the pretty dresses?!
Instead, we get Temu bodycons that showcase every gram of cellulite you possess to the world and must be worn with boob tape that severs half your n****e when you peel it off at the end of the night. We get dating apps that are mostly just men holding up various fishes. We get Chad.
God, I am so not attracted to Chad.
But what’s waiting for me if I reject all the Chads of the world? Loneliness, that’s what. Cobwebs in my coochie. I’ll be eaten by the many cats I’ll no doubt soon begin to acquire, and nobody will care until the neighbors notice the smell of my decomposing body. When that happens, I’ll get a two-sentence obituary, just like Lukas’s wife, but with none of the mysterious allure.
Rae Everett died morbidly after a really sad, depressing life. S
