It began in 2008, when Jason went to get his hair cut at Bumble and Bumble. The stylist’s assistant was cute, and Jason asked if the cute assistant could wash his hair. The assistant, who was Benny, agreed, and the two exchanged numbers. That night, Benny went over on the pretext of meeting Jason’s dogs and wound up spending the night. He woke up the next morning to find Jason’s boyfriend, Adrian, shirtless in the kitchen cooking eggs.
Honestly, what dismays me about this whole thing isn’t the neologism throuple, as nauseating as that is, it’s that apparently landing an (ahem) financially secure husband complete with the dogs, real estate, and an art collection isn’t enough—oh no—now the fashion is to have multiple rich husbands and dammit I did not even know that was an option when I was this guy’s age.