I was reading about a Gen X woman who had watched one of the old Bridget Jones films with her Gen Z daughter, in a desire as it were to share the spirit of Y2K, which does indeed now present itself as something of a prelapsarian era. And the daughter (God bless her) said to her mother sorry, I don’t get this, she’s not even fat.
Then I started seeing all…
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