It was the 90s: dark grey skirt w/ box pleats, light grey ribbed turtle neck. French twist hair, pearl earrings. Black patent leather handbag and square chunky pumps.

A drunk man in a doorway tries to focus his eyes on me before saying "Hey lady, how long you been in the military?"

25% Irish

My racist Trumper family in Mountain Home won’t like this.

Read that sentence several times and still don't know what it means.

Jeggings

Over and over again, the Post justifies my decision to end my subscription. Sad!

Calling someone ugly is the least clever, insightful, or useful comment you can make. It's deeply unattractive, as well.

Sad that your ugliness is on the inside. And yet, we can still see it.

If demonstrations did something, I would. I knit countless pussy hats 8 years ago and braved the crowds, as I had so many times before. My mantra this time: no performative shit. I won't march with others who agree and think it can make one lick of difference.