Where can I faint over the lack of my entitlement couch?

Late last night, my sleepy brain came up with this phrase: "entitlement couch". It's a red velvet fainting couch, that one swoons onto when stapling one's hand to one's forehead is insufficiently dramatic to portray the outrageous slings and arrows one is suffering.

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Today's life lesson, brought to you by a 45-minute trail ride: Don't trot braless.