Pre‑chorus Corsets in the closet, pearls on the shelf I wear them for the pictures, not for anyone else

"I’m the woman who bought you that top for your birthday three years ago because I knew you’d never buy it for yourself if you knew I liked it," Diane said, sliding on a pair of aviators. "And right now, I’m the woman who just quit the PTA and needs a ride to the coast. The 'Last Resort' isn't just a shirt, Bettie. It’s a plan."

But the mothers countering this criticism point to a key distinction: a last resort is not a first resort. By the time a mother utters this phrase, she has already exhausted every gentle boundary, every silent sacrifice, every deferred dream.