And I also’m done pretending otherwise.
Twice an i have a ritual year. We rise to Thirty-Second read this Street in Manhattan’s Koreatown and go to an anonymous building where i will be greeted by a little, stunning Russian woman who leads me personally to a collection of mesh disposable undies, famous brands that I hadn’t seen since slipping in some of these bad men into the maternity ward after having a baby. No pad that is loaf-sized layer in, though, or mewling child to squish onto a nipple. Continue reading “Exactly about You’ll Find Nothing Effortless About Being a lady”