In this bizarre episode, Latrice went to brunch with the girls. The ones with husbands and 401Ks and children named like law firms.

She smiled with her teeth while her soul left through the back exit, holding her mimosa like a bouquet of poor choices — the job she hates, the man who texts "wyd," the yoga retreat debt, the judgmental cat. She said she was grateful.

They nodded with perfect highlights. Some problems are singular. Others are curated, filtered, and hashtag-ready. New words daily at 6 AM.