Somewhere between the sixth algorithmic outrage of the morning and the ninth “you’ll-never-believe-this” clip of the afternoon, people forgot how to do the slow, unprofitable work of letting someone else’s words actually hit their bloodstream.
This is where I popped smoke for an evac. I know this writing style, have seen it before countless times on countless other blogs, and it’s trying too hard to be edgy and angry. There’s most certainly a demographic for this, and author is definitely writing to that demographic, and I’m not it.
Way she goes, lady. Way she goes.