“If you are not one already, imagine you are a lady-type. So there you are, at an event, enjoying yourself and the topic/event/display at hand. This is why you go to such events! Good times, good friends, good discussion, perhaps good foods-and-drinks. But something seems off. Or something happens. Something you can’t pin a description onto, or something that you only hear about, in mutterings and I’ll-tell-you-laters. At the time, you may not really know what this something is, but you know it’s not going to be nice when you find out. You try to enjoy yourself anyway, because it’s always something. And nobody ever wants to talk about it… until suddenly, everybody does.
What is this mysterious “something,” you may ask? Something like joke stickers getting slapped onto girls’ behinds. Or some hurr-hurr about forking and dongles. Or some incoherent what-is-this-I-don’t-even. Or just a bit of Twitter concern trolling. (hm, wait.) Or while we’re at it, any of this sort of nonsense.”