I have a feeling we can thank Sheldon Cooper and Sherlock Holmes (in all his variations) for the rise in fascinating and original male protagonists (or
I live with anxiety. It was completely under control for a while. The rare panic attack, but the constant worrying was ok. It was my
“Human milk is like ice cream, penicillin, and the drug ecstasy all wrapped up in two pretty packages…but…” The more I read Breasts, the more
I have a playlist filled with songs all about lies and liars. It started because I noticed that a couple of my favorites were all
First: I’m incredibly thankful that I did not read this in high school. It was bad enough reading The Awakening and being called a “femi-Nazi”.