“I would be just devastated.” It’s a word I’m not allowed to use, I think. You hit a point where too many bad things have happened to you in too short a period of time, and you suddenly have no time to be devastated because you’re pretty busy working until 7pm for someone else’s startup…
Indulge me, for a moment or two? I’m going to be the cantankerous language nerd here for a bit. This post has been written many times before by people smarter than me. But I still hear [straight, white] people telling me that they like the stuff I write and talk about, but they’re not feminists…
I have this theory, influenced by my senior seminar spent immersed in Derrida and my personal observations of trends in the conservative Christian bubble, that I think I’d like to pursue for graduate work. The problem is that I haven’t the first clue about what field this would fall into or where I could go to…