My name is Keryn and I cry a lot.
I cry in movies. I cry when I read books. One time I cried when I ate a falafel because I thought it was going to be kofta and I was disappointed.
I’m crying a little bit now as I write this.
But no TV show has made me cry tears of joy and sadness and just overwhelming goddamn love for the human race more than Netflix’s reboot of Queer Eye.
It’s tear-jerking goodness of the best kind.