My sealed, limited edition retrospective Life Magazine of Gene Wilder just arrived and I'm seriously not even wanting to open it because all the emotions will start again. But I want to read it all.
A Misogynist Master removes the intellectual glasses from the caged Feminist Academic, as his little pet will never have the need to read a big book of Feminist Theory ever again
F42. So in a crisis of confidence (I'm too old to be doing this) I deleted everything, but then gave myself a good talking too. So here's me again. If the cool Canadian guy who was chatting with me is reading this then please get in touch for another chat
