What if justgirlythings was literally just for girls. So the men suffer as their inability to smile, eat nutella, watch Disney movies, and wear belts fade away. The supreme blogger sits in her throne made of male corpses scrolling through her dash with her pin-straight hair and pinterest nails. She looks at the last male surviving through this apocalypse. She squints her eyes framed by winged eyeliner, and creates her newest post.
“Hashtag justgirlythings,” she hisses sharply. “Breathing.”