09/01/2026
ALL YOU ARE IS MEAN. ☕️
This weekend at my son’s soccer game, I was sitting under a covered patio with my daughter, trying to stay out of the rain.
I had a Starbucks cup in my hand.
One of the kids asked her parents if they could get Starbucks after the game because she was cold.
What followed was three adults talking about how “stupid” people are for even entertaining Starbucks, how ridiculous it is to spend that much on coffee, and eventually ridiculing other people they knew for their choices.
And I sat there.
Holding my Starbucks.
Maybe they noticed my cup. Maybe they didn’t. I have no idea whether any of it was directed at me.
But I could feel the contempt in my body.
And I felt so incredibly sad. Wounded, actually.
Then I felt stupid for being hurt.
It’s coffee. Why is this bothering me?
But I realized something:
Even if the contempt wasn’t directed at me, I was still sitting in the presence of meanness.
And in the prophetic words of Taylor Swift: all you are is mean.
Maybe being disturbed by cruelty isn’t something I need to toughen myself out of.
Maybe it’s something I don’t want to lose.
We’ve normalized contempt—the eye rolls, gossip, ridicule, bonding by making someone else small.
I don’t want that kind of belonging.
And I don’t want someone else’s contempt to become my shame.
Someone can think my coffee is stupid.
I don’t have to believe I’m stupid.
Someone can think I’m too quiet.
I don’t have to become louder.
Someone can dislike my boundary.
I don’t have to abandon it.
Maybe Everyday Bravery isn’t developing a thicker skin.
Maybe it’s learning how to protect a soft one.
So I’m drinking my coffee anyway. ☕️
And I’m inviting you to join me.
Post a photo with your cup—Starbucks, local coffee, tea, whatever. The brand isn’t the point. The cup is a symbol.
Tell us:
“I’m drinking my coffee anyway because ______.”
Tag us so we can share your Everyday Bravery.
☕️