My mother hates when I say, “I’m sorry.” I never used to understand that until recently.
Help me explain it all, because I can’t do it by myself.
Someone has to be the Angry Feminist Killjoy of quidditch and I feel like that burden has fallen upon me. Well, so be it.
It might be International Women’s Day today, but don’t wish me a happy one. I won’t be happy until we … More
Shit’s getting too real even for me this week. I’ll get back to my usual lighthearted content eventually. Promise.
Most days, I’m happy if my Portuguese students retain enough from the one night a week I have with them … More
I spent some time with one of my favorite YouTubers, Sequoia Simone, before US Quidditch Cup 10. Between us, we … More
I kicked around a couple drafts about this weekend’s Women’s March, but I couldn’t come up with anything that didn’t … More
The last time I posted here, my biggest fear was that Hillary Clinton would barely squeak out a win, crippling … More
Okay, before you read any further: go see Ghostbusters. Go see it right now. It’s not even that this blog … More