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Home Is The Place Where, When You Go There, They Have To Take You In. In Other Words: Home Has Exceedingly Low Standards.

I've Subsequently Become Conscious Of Making Memories. Which Makes Me Sound Like A Scrapbooker.

I Think There’s A Lot Of Threshold Weeping. Like, Am I Doing This? Am I Really Wearing This Out In The World? My Daughter Is Very Much Like That. She Will Put Clothes On And Her Clothes Just Make Her Beside Herself. They Make Her So Sad Sometimes. And You Do Realize You Feel Betrayed Sometimes By Your Own Clothing. You Put Something On That Usually Protects You And Makes You Ok, And Sometimes You’re Just Not Fit For The World And Even Your Best Pants Can’t Overcome That Feeling For You.

I Think What Can Be Most Shameful Or Embarrassing Is When Our Bodies Broadcast A Secret We'd Prefer No One To Know. This Is Why I Hate Rashes, In Particular Face Rashes.

I Don't Think Women Are, By Definition, Toxic To One Another. I Think Women Are Simultaneously Competitive Toward And Idolatrous Of Each Other. I Thrive On That Challenge And That Desire.