Evil Green Envy Monster

The fuckery of poisoning your own well.

I take a sip of chocolate milk, its creamy sweetness is a stark contrast to the slightly bitter coffee from earlier this morning. Last night, scrolling through Threads, I stumbled upon the confession booth of an author—a colleague in the broadest sense—who had draped herself in the not-so-invisible cloak of envy. Instead of tossing confetti and toasting…