Even for her, this is...a lot. The whiteboard, the gestures, the eyes, the sweater—this is Peak Wendy. And this is the same woman who said “He moved like a dancer with a satisfied smile on his face. And I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He’s going to Make It” in reference to a teenager at a restaurant who happened to be serving while black.


Social distancing has made me realize how much I took for granted, and how much of that I truly miss. The thought of shopping at Giant Eagle, for instance, induces nostalgia. And today, after seeing Wendy back in the news, I realized how much I’ve truly missed her unique brand of dangerous, triflin’, batshit crazy. Welcome back, old friend.