It’s been such a nice day — brunch with your best gal pals, bottomless drinks with your Benedicts and then BAM! Someone checks Instagram and low and behold, your nice Sunday catch-up has turned into a brunch about YOUR EX AND THAT BITCH HE HAS HIS ARM AROUND.
So much for feminism.
It’s human nature. We hem and we haw until curiosity overtakes us and we’re thrown into the deep depths of whos, whats, wheres, whens and whys on every social media platform. And we’re not stopping until we have the entire ugly picture painted in front of our hungry eyes.
It’s not pretty, but it’s real. We’ve all done it at least once before. Or twice. Or three times in the past five minutes.