Sexistentialism

An Incomplete Guide to Public Vulnerability
Routinely crucifying my privacy on the cross of feminist literature is my way of showing I care.

Buttercup
Sometimes, we played the buttercup game. You hold up buttercups beneath each other’s chins and check the reflection’s color. If the buttercup reflects pale yellow, it means that you are in love. My chin was always yellow.

street scene
Traveling, claims all the articles, helps you gain perspective on yourself and the world around you. She who travels is unafraid of adventure, change, and most of all, herself. And yet, as I was driving through the endless, cloudy expanse of Virginia, I could not shake the gnawing fear that I was very, very afraid of myself.

Eat cake
Last week I turned twenty-four. I hope I'm good at it. I've never been twenty-four before.

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