Y’all, I love the internet. I love the internet more than most people love the internet. I love the internet more than I love most people (sorry, Mom!)
It’s a place where one can find answers to those embarrassing questions that would prompt a side-eye from even the best of friends (“what is Argentina”; “is butter a carb”; “ass rash 4 days after using PortaPotty”). A place where one can spend literal hours trolling through online dating profiles in hopes of finding even one potential suitor who has an acceptable beard, believes that no always means no, AND knows the difference between “your” and “you’re”. A place where one can decorate one’s entire home/office/backyard/underground sex dungeon using only the power of Mason jars.
But in the last few years, something evil has polluted the sanctuary that I hold so dear.