Let’s talk about using TikTok as our North Star to navigate past toxic relationships when our emotional compass gets magnetized to the wrong people.
I’m a Starbucks Mom. I’ve been the crying towel, listening to my son, daughter and their respective crews in Virginia and Colorado for months. Now I’m here to address the issue of the legion of Karens, Sharons, Beckys, and Chads (KSBC) who make the lives of employees miserable.
It’s the end of another seemingly endless day that’s basically identical to so many that came before it that the only tangible difference seems to be who I did the favor for, rescued or listened to when all I wanted to do was grieve for who I thought I would be by now.
Valentine’s Day with its flowers, chocolates and kisses that begin with the purchase of a cold piece of jewelry is going to have to step up its game if it wants to stand a chance against the imagination of an evolved 55-year-old Captain America.