Darling’s life sucks.
Her mom’s tyrannical, her best friend is a do-good normie, and high school has taught her nothing but the sensation of temporary suffering. And food? Women don’t eat that anymore. Now that science has made The Discovery, everybody knows that women’s digestive and reproductive systems are directly intertwined. Every woman knows that Bags are much safer than any snack.
When mom catches Darling with chickpeas and pita bread, snuck to her by her not-boyfriend, Guy, things in the house quickly deteriorate from passive-aggressive quips, to grounding, to at home corrective surgical procedures. Nobody swallows under Mom’s roof.
