No You Can’t Sit With Us. A Dick-head’ s Guide to not Entering Space You Weren’t Invited Into.

It happens every day. Womxn everywhere put themselves at risk during breakfasts, brunches, evening cocktails, and well—fuck it lunch-hour pick-me-ups. The crime? Unwanted figures who seem to abide by the famous “This table is half-empty” philosophy. The culprit? Vacant seats at your table that unbeknownst to us are silently screaming: “Please interrupt me and my