Is everyone supposed to be miserable now?
A few weeks ago, Daisey Beaton tweeted, “My husband and i wake up every morning and bring our coffee out to our garden and sit and talk for hours. every morning. it never gets old & we never run out of things to talk to. love him so much.”
The backlash and pile on was astounding.
Daisy, a twenty-something, was accused of being elitist, rich, and entitled. But most (un)shocking were tweets like these:
For some reason, it’s become perfectly acceptable to slam others’ happiness on social media and center our personal traumas as being more important than anyone else’s. Daisy’s experience is just one example. For the record, she is neither wealthy nor entitled. She’s a young woman with a flexible work schedule who is enjoying the early days of marriage. But no one considered that. They focused on her easy morning and her apparently offensive happiness.
