From Vancouver To Sochi With Love

Dear People of Sochi, Hello, Bonjour, Privyet. I’ve been meaning to write you for awhile, but as the dust settles from the Sochi Olympics this seems like as good a time as any. There is something that has been nagging at me since before the beginning of these games, and I’m sure it hasn’t escaped […]

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On Breaking Moulds

“God made me and broke the mould.” –Jean-Jacques Rousseau Pink. Everything was pink. My walls, carpet, clothes, bedding – even the boxes on the abominable Barbie dolls I received in droves. And so, as soon as I was old enough to decide anything, I decided to hate pink. In retrospect, it wasn’t that I had […]

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