Internet addict. Facebook junkie. Social media fool. Gmail coon. Over dinner last night, at the steakhouse where she works, my friend whispered (kind of loudly), "See that guy over there?" Nodding toward a waiter, she added, "He called me a cunt." She smirked knowingly, raised her eyebrows, and took another gulp of her martini. I [...]
Breathe, Cry, Surf
Nonfiction Woman 