Page 6 of I Love You, I Hate You
@Lukethebarnyardcat
That’s not embarrassing, that’s ADORABLE
@Noraephronwasagenius
If I tell you I was 25 when I learned it’s actually an island off of Cape Cod is that more or less adorable?
And that I found out when I mentioned that I assumed Martha’s Vineyard had really good brownies because Martha Stewart has really good brownies and a whole bunch of rich kids looked at me like I was a moron.
A friend had to pull me aside to explain what it was.
@Lukethebarnyardcat
. . . maybe a little less adorable
But that’s still pretty damn cute
Chapter Three
Despite the slim generational gap between Victoria and Kimmy, her mother never quite understood how “hanging out with friends on Twitter” could feel the same as going out and meeting people for drinks. But Victoria was closer to her Twitter friends—even not counting Luke—than she was with anyone from work or law school. Cassie could usually be counted on to text her if she was getting a big group of law school people together for something, but Victoria tended to beg out of those. She always felt a little fake around her law school friends, and she hated standing on the edges of a circle of friendship. She knew she came across as cold, but really it was simply that she had a hard time opening up to people face to face.
Online, she had no such reservations. Her girl squad knew her name wasn’t really Nora but they let her remain vaguely anonymous even as the rest of them had no such reservations about their identities. Like with Luke, they knew her better than anyone who hadn’t given birth to her. What’s more, they were a bunch of open-minded, fiercely feminist wise-asses who never failed to leave her in stitches. Victoria adored them all, even if they had never met in person, and she saw nothing wrong or strange about spending a Saturday night tweeting with them, no matter her mother’s opinion.
Nora @Noraephronwasagenius
Being a woman in a male dominated profession means never having to say “I don’t understand” because there will always be a man willing to explain your job to you.
Keith Smith @redorblueyouchoose0928
Maybe they’re just trying to be helpful, did you ever think of that?
Victoria rolled her eyes and immediately quote-tweeted him, because if there was one inevitability of Twitter, it was a white dude presuming a woman was either stupid or a bitch. Plus, she’d tweeted that largely because she felt like picking a fight. It was that or think about Owen, and fighting with randoms on Twitter seemed like a safer prospect.
Nora @Noraephronwasagenius
Oh wow no my eyes have been opened. Any other mysteries of the universe you want to share, oh wise one?
Kara Hates Nazis @Neverthelesskararesisted
Question for @redorblueyouchoose0928: do you hear yourself
Kara Hates Nazis @Neverthelesskararesisted
Like really, truly hear yourself. Is this a choice you are consciously making, or are you just on mansplain autopilot
The moment Kara jumped in, Victoria knew they were off to the races. Maybe baiting idiotic men into fights on Twitter wasn’t the most kind-hearted way of spending the night, but it was a fun pastime for her. She never went looking for fights specifically, just laid the trap and waited for their inevitable idiocy to lead her victims into it. It helped her vent her spleen at the world, if nothing else. And she had strict rules about who she would fight with: no punching down, no fighting with someone who was clearly a child, and when someone with more experience on a topic challenged her opinion, stop and think before responding. That way, she could fight morons and not feel guilty, and usually her girl squad joined in on the fun.
@Redorblueyouchoose0928
Your bitches
Reiko @Keanuisadreamboat
*You’re
Reiko @Keanuisadreamboat
Unless you’re signing a formal letter, and then yes, we are truly Your Bitches