You have to love, Love.

Between moving, cleaning the old place, a pretty wild amount of time on the phone with AT&T (though I did meet a lovely representative who lives in Florida and believes one day someone will make a dryer that also folds your clothes), hitting freelance deadlines, and spending more time writing on my book, instead of bringing you a piece about street harassment, sexual harassment, and Jane Austin, I give you this:

But that piece mentioned above is coming soon to a blog near you. Actually, just here. But I mean, since you’re here now, that is near you.

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