Nothing Compares to Barbie
A compare and contrast essay: which type of women are you supposed to be?
In my early twenties, I, like so many twenty-somethings in the early aughts, had a nose piercing. I don’t recall it being an act of conformity or rebellion; it was merely a thing to do on a restless afternoon when I happened to wander into The Alley on Belmont Avenue (place: Chicago, of course). Nothing felt particularly interesting about it — besides m…
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