“Please tell me they’re gone,” I said to my husband, “because I can’t take much more of this.” You might think that this old hen is griping about shoobies again, because in the past, I have called out their entitled behavior or their flat-out stupidity. Name calling is not a kind thing and I try very hard to be a kind person from time to time. But now, it’s time for a rant and it’s going to get ugly.

Hate is a strong word. I try to limit my hatred to Labubus and other inanimate objects that can’t hate me back, like…