In the basement of a theater in PA and there's a dude here who looks like the conventionally hot but probably a serial killer lawyer who always came into the daisy at lunchtime
One of my working theories for the emergence of the "Trad wife" aesthetic is that it depends a lot on disconnection from women who were actually adults in the 1950s and 60s.
I grew up in a lot of highly intergenerational spaces and the idea that we'd lost some sort of golden age
There is nothing that makes me question my entire being quite as much as someone casually saying "you're supposed to deep clean [this object/household thing] regularly" and it's something I've never cleaned at more than a surface level, if at all, in my whole life