What is this all about?
"Never air your dirty laundry," we're told. "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all," they say. "Swearing is unbecoming for a lady," mother said.
Here's the deal.... feelings are like bowel movements. You need to move them out regularly. And they don't just dissipate inside your body. They need to go somewhere eventually... or you explode and it's not pretty.
As "good girls" our whole lives, we thought we were handling our shit...and some of it we were! Some of it we weren't. I don't know about you all, but the occasional sweep of something under the rug, over the years, can turn into a pretty fucking huge pile. But we also kinda like human beings and don't want to ACTUALLY hurt anyone.
So we thought we would give Prozac and Red Wine a break (or at least a helper) and create a fun, but real, way to get out those human and totally okay "Fuck You" thoughts. Then, when the messy stuff is out of the way, you can actually look and see what you need to do/not do or say/not say to move on and leave that shit in the past. We have more important things to worry about... I mean, when did Zac Efron go from being an awkward tween to a hottie with a body?!