I’m Sorry, Cool Girl.
Growing up in the workplace.
Hi. I’m the pariah in the shadows, wearing loud clothes and dancing half-naked even though I have a belly. I’m here with a message.
I’m sorry, cool girl. I know you thought because you were younger, and hotter, and thinner, that they’d let you into their club. And it sort of worked, until you gained some weight and couldn’t handle the jokes they made…