Why I Wear Rose-Colored Glasses
On Gender, (Dis)Honesty and (Mis)Fortune
Growing up, I didn’t know it, reader: the fact that I was an object of envy. As I got As and scholastic awards and other creative and academic opportunities, I didn’t know that others in the world watched me with a blend of annoyance and bitterness that frequently sharpened to a point of righteous indignat…
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