Spring has sprung, and I already have whiplash. Choruses of birds harmonize with the rising of the morning sun. Wandering eyes and perspiring bodies search for the perfect, shaded space to lay out their blankets and break bread with those they hold dear. The girls, gays, theys, and their company–freshly outside, equipped with glitter, and drafting Pride itineraries–scroll through their feeds to discover that there are fewer events happening this year than last year. And why are there only Black and Brown hands grabbing items in Target’s TikToks for their spring releases? Don’t they remember that they rolled back their DEI initiatives? Curious.