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The way that people talk and write about college made me think I knew what I was in for. But it’s a Wednesday night in April, and I’ve finished all of my homework for the day, so I’m in a restaurant alone.

I saw (or, well. Keep seeing) something rather tickling on TikTok. Girls—women, of all races, sexualities, ages, and creeds—were talking about children. More importantly, they were talking about not having them.

DN24. R6. The metal numbers are still there. Clinging faithfully to the wooden electric post, tacked down with more fervor, probably by someone tired of the defeated, dangling look of them, rather than the city. My gas station cup of Dr.