I’ve seen a couple of posts tonight saying women who are smiling and happy are suspect. Let me tell you this right now: I have PTSD, severe anxiety, misanthropic tendencies, and a crushing fear of what’s going to happen to all of us. But I also find a million little things that make me happy all day long, like 80s music on my car radio and full moons over Pusch Ridge and desert sunsets and my goofy cats, and NO ONE is stealing my joy, especially not a narcissistic, 🍇ist boiled turnip.