BIG SISTERS ARE bullies. Big sisters have trauma. Big sisters are tired. They’ve been diagnosed with “eldest daughter syndrome”—for which there is no known cure. Are you the eldest daughter of an immigrant household or are you normal?
Take it from a certain corner of the internet and big sisters are schlepping the whole world on their shoulders—the burden of care that accompanies their gender, the pressure to succeed that plagues every firstborn, the warped combination of the two that makes them lonely, mediating, bossy little bitches, strapped with all the responsibility of motherhood but none of the respect.
