At 10:30 a.m. on a Sunday, a college junior heard the most inspiring words of her young life.

“Jake was such a jerk last night,” the 20-year old said while sitting in a cramped downtown bistro with five of her closest friends.

Her friends listened for two hours while waiting for their dirty chais and breakfast wraps in rapt attention as she told the story of how she was blown off the night before.

She and Jake had planned to meet at the food truck, but Jake never showed. Having to eat fried mac n’ cheese by herself pushed her over the edge. She ended up crying on 7th Street.  The next morning, she told the story that, in real-time, took place over the span of five minutes. However, when retold, it took an hour and a half to tell and dissect the incident as her friends reflected and responded.

“You can do better than him, seriously,” friend one said.

“Yeah,” friend two said.

“Yeah,” friend three said.

“Yeah,” friend four said.

“Yeah,” friend five said.

She had never considered that she was “wildly out of Jake’s league” or that he “wasn’t even that tall” or that “he doesn’t even seem that smart.” These sentiments from her hungover friends were so insightful and truthful that the student realized how trivial her distress was. Having a girl squad is similar to having a therapist, except they exclusively tell you what you want to hear, and what’s better than that?