Potentially the gayest thing I’ve sever said, but I’m obsessed with Patti Lupone’s harmonies on the Witches’ Ballad in Agatha All Along. Stick that diva’s high notes straight into my veins.
I was just in a men’s public restroom. There were feminine hygiene products available for free.
So I finished washing and drying my hands and went about my day completely unbothered by things that don’t affect me.
Because I’m not a pansy-ass little snowflake.