Fuck shame

Enjoying joy

The bitching that goes down in the bathroom.

You know of what I speak. You are either in Junior High or in the shared dormitory lavatory, perhaps at a bridal shower, or spa? Oh, what about last week? At drinks when you met a pal catching their selves, as you were yourself, in the mirror by the entrance or the exit on the wait in line for , yes yet again, the water closet, and one of the other of you said…