Aly. 26. Chicago. Cat lady to Marlee, my deaf British Shorthair. Copy editor. Occasional writer. Feminist. Night owl.
OK SO I WAS IN A PUBLIC RESTROOM AND I OPENED A PAD AND A LITTLE GIRL IN THE STALL NEXT TO ME WAS LIKE “WHY DOES SHE HAVE A SNACK”
I’m late to the party on this article, but I’ve never seen a sentence that so exactly describes how I feel all the time.