Once you get into reading fiction furiously, it becomes really difficult to read non-fiction. Or at least most non-fiction. Which read like they really should have been Twitter threads.
Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud is an infinitely better love song than Perfect, yet arranged marriage couples insist on dancing to the latter at their engagement. You weren't kids when you fell in love Shreya, you've known each other for 2 weeks.
fathers: you can't trust men. they only want one thing.
uncles: boys are trying to play you
cousins: you better not be dating those boys
brothers: they just want to get inside your pants.
girls: men are trash
men: *COLLECTIVE GASP** HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?
Daughter: Why was 6 afraid of 7?
Me: (rolling my eyes) because 7 ate 9.
Daughter: But why did 7 do that?
Me: Huh?
Daughter: Because he was supposed to get 3 squared meals a day.
Me: OMG HOW HAVE I NEVER HEARD THAT ONE BEFORE