Space, the final frontier. Its vastness is a mystery to all of us. That is, all of us a couple hundred basic white women in their 20s. For centuries the universe itself has eluded us — What’s out there? Are we the only ones? If recent years have taught us anything, it’s that most of us have been asking the wrong damn question. The correct query is “What is the universe doing for us?” Guiding us through this philosophical quandary is [easyazon_link identifier=”B00MI507LW” locale=”US” tag=”legoflei07-20″]Bill Nye the Science Guy[/easyazon_link] on Inside Amy Schumer.
So here’s an example: You’re frustrated that you have to miss yoga class for your nephew’s recital. Inwardly, you’re totally spazzing out while trying to find meaning in a bunch of little kids robotically reciting lines their first grade teacher is feeding them offstage. “Where’s the drama? The car crashes?! I need something to fuel my soul!”
Bam. The universe taps you on the shoulder by drawing your eyes to some teenager wearing a Bob Marley T-shirt, “Slow your roll, mama. Don’t worry, be happy.”
Immediately understanding this, you smile and nod, “Oh universe, you’re totally right.”
The mysteries of the universe explained by a white woman in her twenties. You’re welcome, rest of the world.