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I Can’t Do Coke Just Because Weed Isn’t Edgy Anymore.
Ah, weed. Everyone fought so hard to legalize it, and toted its benefits. It seemed like we would finally have peace on earth, cures for epilepsy, and a world free of anxiety once it was legalized.
But now, it’s the Mom drug. My teenage cousins wrinkle their noses. Pot? That’s like, the gummies Dad eats in the garage. That’s the stuff Mom does in the car when she thinks she’s being slick, then orders Chipotle through Uber Eats. There are vape pens for it that you can charge in your laptop. At a coffee house.
It’s kind of like having nicotine gum at this point.
Goodbye are the days of the hip stoners making bongs out of water bottles and secretly growing pot in their closets. What about those sexy beasts who worked on the West Coast growing the stuff? Did they cut their hair and start selling the stuff at mall kiosks?
Now you can get it out of the back of a van that has a huge photo of a pot leaf plastered onto the side. I know a weed dealer who made an app. You just place your orders and his brother rolls up.
It’s not edgy, it’s not illegal, and it’s not doing it for the stand-up comics who need a daring substance to brag about.
Selling weed is the new Girlbossing.
