That says it all, right? Bye Felicia. 2017: You were a weird year and I’m happy to see you in the rearview mirror. There were good things, of course, and lots of bad things too. You can guess who is responsible for all the bad things. The sleepless nights. Anger. Sadness. Frustration. Shock. Disappointment. But also Resolve. Outrage. Strength. Sisterhood. Resistance. I call him Emperor Baby Fists. Hopefully, someday soon I can say Bye Felicia to him.