Question for the ladies: Do you find yourself apprehensive to order a pumpkin spice latte now that merely ordering the beverage causes the person behind you in line to think you’re a basic white bitch?
If I were a chick, I feel like I’d think twice about it. The only thing I can compare it to in my life is listening to certain, terrible songs on my iPhone (through headphones) in public; I know most people probably can’t hear that I’m listening to “Call Me Maybe” but goddammit I’d be embarrassed if they did. But fuck it, right? That song is timeless.
Anyhoo… Here’s Jay Pharoah reading tweets of girls who were so excited to be chugging a PSL that they had to post about it on social media. I think I hate them for that infraction more so than their zest for PSL’s.