Yes, I’m back – with my tail between my legs. And I owe those of you who have done me the kindness to follow this blog, an apology. I had the audacity to think that I didn’t need to write anything. But writing is my oxygen. I may lose jobs and relationships but they…
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Impossible Standards
The women of my generation were promised that we could do anything we wanted. Little did we know that actually we would be required to do everything. Go to college, get the perfect job, have perfect hair, marry the perfect man, be bendy like Stretch Armstrong, cook like Julia Childs, have an ass you can…