My name is Margaret. I’m 68 years old, a retired teacher who spent forty years watching every kind of personality walk into a classroom. For decades I thought nothing could surprise me anymore — until my son Thomas married Diane.
Diane is the kind of person who litters the internet with “Be Kind” and “Choose Joy” quotes, but the moment the camera shuts off, she snaps at waitresses for pouring water “too loudly.” She returns packages because the cardboard has a tiny dent. She scolds baristas for “staring at her aura.” Everything about her is shallow, performative kindness wrapped in empty positivity.