It’s the poster child of vapid consumerism. Pseudo-deep “words of wisdom” often bought by the most shallow people you can think of.

It’s the battle cry of the suburban Karen, the mantra of the soccer mom.

Often combined with the consumption of rigorous amounts of wine and sings declaring how hilarious this socially accepted alcoholism is.

With a sigh he cleans the up the tally for the 7th period. “Can’t call it near death anymore”