Finding joy in going to a coffee shop alone or a solo target run as a form of "recharging."
If you are in your late teens or early twenties, you have probably uttered the phrase, “I’m going to my friend’s house,” without thinking much about the parents who live there. But recently, a specific demographic has captured the imagination of pop culture, social media, and even interior design trends: my friends hot mom 33
And there’s this woman standing by the grill, flipping burgers in a fitted white t-shirt and ripped jeans, sunglasses on top of her head, laughing at something ridiculous. She looks up, smiles, and says, “You must be the one who keeps leaving empty LaCroix cans in Jake’s car.” Finding joy in going to a coffee shop
Because we need to talk about how we picture “mom” as a certain age, a certain look, a certain vibe. And then someone like Jake’s stepmom comes along at 33—young enough to be your older sister, old enough to have her life together—and it messes with your head in the best way. And then someone like Jake’s stepmom comes along