Macktivism
When you go to marches not for the cause, but for the cute people there. You’re like a walking billboard for your own ego.
She skipped work to go to the protest because she heard the guy with the trumpet was hot. He was. Now she’s his fan.
He went to the rally because he heard the girl with the sign had a nice laugh. She did. Now he’s stuck with her.
She joined the march because she thought the guy with the megaphone had a nice smile. He did. Now he’s her boyfriend.