The Manic Pixie Dream Girl archetype presents a one-sided view of a woman who only exists for the men of her story. She is around solely to provide character development for a male character. The worst part is that the expectation of this archetype doesn’t exist solely on the page: she bleeds out into the real world.
Are you someone looking to overshare about your life-changing bowel movements following a meal at Barb? Maybe you need to tell nearly 500 people about your first time trying poppers in the bathroom of a Slo party. Or perhaps you peaked in the first semester and you’re chasing that rush of hooking up with an SLC “fashion boy” just to be brutally ghosted the next day. If this sounds like you, please seek professional help. But also, I’ve got just the thing for you. And spoiler alert: it’s even better than therapy. I present to you: Fizz.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art is a place I went to a million times as a kid but had not visited recently until this winter break on a first date with Finch. At the time, I thought the Met was the perfect spot to meet someone because there were endless conversation starters. However, as we went through the exhibits, I struggled to keep a conversation because I found the various art pieces triggering memories of the different exes throughout the year.
The energy was thrilling, everyone was hot, and the music was electrifying. As I stepped into Henrietta Hudson with Sara, my best friend and a newly single lesbian, we were ready to meet our future wives.
