And...there it is....

Tiny town in NW Washington. Mom lived in a bus and we had an outhouse. Left as soon as I could legally work. Those of us in the area with equally bad parents took care of each other and our town.

Good job. I just happened to grow up in the PNW. Where everyone was an activist, until that involved anything deeper than gatecrashing shows and refusing to use any of the available showers in their huge Victorian homes. To be expected of people who were raised by fake hippies.

I am Gen X. We are one of the worst generations ever. Great at performative outrage and hypocrisy. Not great at much fucking else.

This is a top tier pop banger. It is on my wedding playlist.

You first. No one owes you any details of their life. Especially not people you don't know. Have the life you deserve.

You have a fake name and profile photo. Maybe you are not the person be waxing indignant about someone you will never meet controlling their own narrative for the first time in their four decades of life.

The other one is too preoccupied with bombing other places, I guess. Just stop with the party talk. It gets us precisely fucking nowhere.

Not this* email. Just the one he chose back then, which is equally cringe.

My 35 year old Husband has had the same email address since he was a 14 year old edgelord. I want to know how many people groaned outwardly when receiving emails from him during his days of corporate management.