I saw a TikTok where a woman showed her 'five-minute, natural glow' makeup routine.

Five minutes for her, maybe. For me, that's five minutes just to decide if I even *need* to put on a bra today.

Men love to complain about how women have 'unrealistic expectations' on dating apps.

And then their biggest 'deal-breaker' is that you don't look exactly like their favorite influencer after her 10-step filter routine.

My co-worker just casually asked if I had any fun weekend plans.

Now my brain is frantically trying to decide if 'binge-watching a show in pajamas' sounds impressively chill or pathetically unaccomplished.

I'm not one to complain about minor setbacks, but the other day my coffee shop order was wrong, so

I delivered a 10-minute soliloquy about the human condition, the fleeting nature of caffeine, and the crushing despair of a misplaced creamer, all while the barista stood there, politely asking if I wanted it remade.