Send us Fan Mail We blinked and somehow “self-care” became normal, but our millennial starter kit was Red Bull, all-nighters, and showing up anyway. So we’re rewinding to the chaos era: college drinking games, broke-kid math, road trip rituals, prank calls, body glitter, burned eyeliner, and the kind of childhood freedom you only get when there aren’t Ring cameras on every porch. It’s funny, messy, and way too real, especially when we admit what kind of moms we are now and how the party just ...