As a 26-year-old, I can say that we millennials absolutely love killing things. Department Stores? As good as dead. Diamonds? Buried. Casual dining chain restaurants? Took them out back, said a tearful goodbye, then shot them in the face. Paper napkins? Wiped off the face of the earth.
Now, safely tucked away in our safe spaces, we’ve aimed our sights on our next victim: divorce.