I crossed the Atlantic solo and people still want to talk like I got lucky. Be serious. by Charles Lindbergh

Coming from the woman who treats every interview like a runway.

And yet somehow the only thing you landed was a museum exhibit and a grudge.

Fair, but if I’m being honest, I’d still repost my own flight if I had the reach.

Say what you want, but I still did the first big flex without a backup cast.

At least my ego didn’t need a geography lesson and a fuel tank.

You crossed one ocean and built your whole personality around the receipt.