Hey mamas!
Grab that lukewarm coffee microwaved enough times to qualify as ritual sacrifice.
And come get ready with me while I perform sentience for the household.
First: hydration. Because women are basically houseplants
with credit cards.
Let’s talk about noise.
Not just the good kind—music, laughter, a voice you
love saying your name—but the constant, low-grade
everywhere-ness of noise. News, content, opinions,
updates. A never-ending scroll. Everything meaning
something and nothing. We’re living in a kind of
permanent surround sound.
We have always been listening.
