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OK, I think we all might need this…
It’s a good little bit, eh? But isn’t it weird how there’s always one “treat” that gets marketed as fabulous, decadent, rich… when what you’re actually signing up for is emotional confusion and regret!
Dark chocolate? Supposed to be the sophisticated indulgence — yet the ad makes it look like you’re eating mood swings.
Kale smoothie? “Superfood!” but tastes like weeds and existential dread. (I have dated this way too much, eesh.)
Gluten-free “cupcake”? Marketed as liberation, but still feels like a lump of sad sawdust going down.
There are also people who do this with activities. Take my dad. Yes, my father’s idea of a great time would qualify for its own circle of hell. Behold his absurdist idea of fun…
Very little is known about the man above—only that he used to be a traffic lawyer in northern Virginia, which goes some way toward explaining his desire to run as far away from human civilization as physically possible.
Do you have people like this in your orbit? Do you honor them, engage, quietly roll your eyes, or dial in full-on sarcasm?
My question for you:
Yours, NOT in a snow cave, this year - xoxo - gotham girl
PS - Don’t forget to meet Margie Zable Fisher in Miami on Nov 22 at 1 pm!
PPS - I am a human typo. Amnesty appreciated.
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