Appeals for proper mold removal fell on deaf ears as repairmen brought gallons of paint and literally just painted over the thick layers of mold.
Not only did he admit it, he made it clear just how awesome he was for doing it with three sunglass-wearing emojis.
No part of my mind walked around us with a clipboard, assessing whether what we did aligned with my feminist values.
In his first letter, he pointed out that we were both members of two very distinct American institutions: Attica Correctional Facility and Harvard University.
Basically the most embarrassing experience that has ever happened to anyone.
I had been trying to avoid getting hurt, but instead, it brought up a phantom pain.