Mr._____________

Little girls dream magical ponies and princes. Rarely do frogs come up. Their imaginings of happily ever afters unavoidably include the debonair types rescuing them from that ivory tower, high up in air...something I've now come to conceive as a possible metaphor for the female's air of superiority, for...¬†every girl's fault of having too high... Continue Reading →

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