Close encounters of the woman-on-woman hate kind because it's Women's History Month, and I'm still mad.
Discussing stumbling around the blogosphere in such stressful times like a drunk "industry" reject.
Life has been particularly unforgiving in recent years, but lately it's been leaving a coppery taste in my mouth - probably the guilt as it dawns on me in the most embarrassing sense that its been this shit for a lot of people for a long, long time. I just didn't realise. Or maybe I did but didn't care to care.
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