When a friend casually announces “I’m ovulating” at happy hour, a woman spirals into an existential crisis about the ritual of cheersing—what it means, who it's for, and whether she might be better off drinking alone.
When a friend casually announces “I’m ovulating” at happy hour, a woman spirals into an existential crisis about the ritual of cheersing—what it means, who it's for, and whether she might be better off drinking alone.
