Kate Bailey

You went through an angsty phase where you tried to sell your new sibling.

The unmatched healing power of friends who say, “Remember when you felt this way about so-and-so? I do. Eventually you’ll feel the same way about this one too.”

You drink your coffee, they drink their exotic, organic, 100% gluten-free vegan-ass tea.

Naps and nuggets.

You don’t know what sweater weather is but you do know that grandpa sweaters from Good Will both smell weird and make you look like you gained 20 lbs.

Being young enough to be misguided and directionless and have it still, somehow, be fairly acceptable.

We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreparably broken.

And they are just perpetuating the idea that being a feminist is a dirty thing to be… which, if you think about it, is probably the best example of why feminism is relevant.

You haven’t been to a theme party until you’ve been to one at the gay bar.

“Lol.” You’re not laughing out loud. In fact, your facial expression probably hasn’t even changed slightly.

Your parents are questioning your sexuality.

Did you know Cobain thought he might be gay in high school?

You’re sitting next to a nice older couple in McDonald’s having breakfast in your dress and heels and they ask you where you’re going this morning to be dressed like that.

Nobody is proclaiming that people should stop doing chemo because it has terrible side effects… but could ultimately save your life…

You have a zombie survival guide. A hard copy. You know why it can’t be digital.

Yeah, Sleeping Beauty has class in the morning.

“I’m the girl you always thought I was… I just happen to also be a lesbian, and I always have been.”

That’s the whole point of brunch… so you get drunk in the morning. I just call that morning.