Tessa and Marcus, our heroes, are friends from childhood who see each other regularly for rousing and oftentimes insulting debates about literature, pop culture, and societal values. Tessa is our charmingly frazzled damsel whose only distresses are work and family; Marcus is our unmotivated knight armed with a shining iPhone that is consistently more up-to-date and cared for than his life. Both are at the age where they stand on the brink of irresponsible twenties and career-focused thirties, and both are successful at ignoring the milestone precipice upon which they stand.
In a diner on a chilly Autumn Tuesday, Tessa and Marcus sit at a table with their recently cleared plates between them, after spending their well-timed lunch breaks together. They have exhausted complaints about their office jobs, which were extensive enough to occupy all of the actual meal, and now find themselves with time to discuss the complaints of their personal lives. As usual, the conversation was not destined to remain about their personal lives.
Tessa: Yep. I’m still hosting her and her five daughters while my dear brother-in-law is in Europe on business. That is literally everything in my life right now that isn't work.
Marcus: It can't be all bad. Your sister is cool.
Tessa: She is, but it is exhausting having that many children in my house at once.
Marcus: I don’t know, I always like when my nieces and nephews come over. It gives me an excuse to watch all the movies I loved as a kid. Don’t tell me that you aren’t pleased as punch to be able to watch all those Disney movies. Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, The Little Mermaid…?
Tessa: Oh, I don’t let them watch those ones. When it comes to Disney, I only let them watch princesses of color.
Marcus: I think your attempts to be politically correct have officially strayed into offensive territory.
Tessa: It’s not a race thing. It’s a feminist thing.
Marcus: …I’m sorry, what?