Going to brunch is a sacred rite of betchdom, and the brunch crew that you assemble to meet every Sunday for mimosas is low-key the most important relationship in any betch’s life.
If there's anything that The Betches know for sure, it's that Murphy's law—anything bad that can happen will happen—is nowhere more applicable than the times you run into your ex.
For many of us, the walk of shame is known as the embarrassing 10-block trudge home the morning after an unplanned, regrettable romp in some fuckboy's sheets.
Any betch who's been in even the briefest of relationships, IRL or otherwise, knows that getting a text—much less getting a first text—from a guy who isn't an actual boyfriend is harder than hiding a hangover at Sunday brunch.
