Titanic is what happens when Bill Paxton - our nation's most earnest disaster enthusiast - takes his robot submarine on a treasure hunt and dredges up a 101-year-old Rose with an emotional support fish to recount her trauma. She reminisces about watching 1,500 people (including her boyfriend of four days that meant more to her than her husband ever would) freeze to death - because understocking lifeboats was just another thoughtful design choice, like the orchestral accompaniment to mass drowning. Billy Zane plays rich psychopath so convincingly that Hollywood collectively forgets he was acting, while Molly Brown proves new money beats old money by being the only passenger with both a designer wardrobe and basic human decency. After spending 84 years living her best widow life, Rose casually tosses a multi-million dollar diamond into the sea—perfectly walking the line between catharsis and ocean littering. Between the rich demanding brandy as the water rises and endless debates about door logistics in hypothermia conditions, it's remarkable anyone remembers the actual 1,500 deaths.

When Victorian doctors declared "hysteria" a diagnosis for everything from critical thinking to simply being female, they accidentally sparked medicine's greatest invention. After all, no one's building museums for Antique Boyfriends—not when these "treatments" led to the real breakthrough. From medical offices to Sears catalog pages squeezed between butter churns and rolling pins, these "personal massagers" became the electric revolution nobody expected. These devices didn't just "cure" hysteria—they helped women take pleasure into their own hands. The Antique Vibrator Museum: where Victorian repression got flipped on—and a stimulating history began.

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You go to work. You drink your coffee. Everything is fine, until it isn't. Because now your coffee is on your shirt in the client meeting, and they're staring. Cold sweat beads down your forehead as you realize every glance is a judgment. You can hear whispers of your failure: "Can you imagine? Showing us incompetence before we even start the pitch?" You can't hold a coffee correctly - why would anyone give you responsibility? There's no trusting someone who accessorizes with breakfast. This isn't your shirt anymore. It's a stain on your permanent record. You must escape with what's left of your dignity, that scarlet coffee stain becoming more obvious every second. The evidence is right there, soaking through the fabric of your career.

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Your $22 burger sits naked and alone on its vast white plate. Then your dead MeeMaw's Facebook account invites you to play Candy Crush, while your third job interview reschedules for the fifth time. And that's the last straw - you didn't even know straws were still legal.

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