Getting Personal

I hate getting personal with strangers.  What do I do?  Where am I going?  Which brand of brand of mac and cheese do I prefer?  None of your damn business, that’s what/where/which.

But, in the interest of saving my society, which, just from looking around, seems to be going to shit, I’m going to go there and tell you a




It’s great being fairly brilliant and academic and accomplished, etc., but what I want most is to marry a good man and make him sandwiches.

Also: Fuck you, bitches, feminists and girly men.

Why I bothered writing this:


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