Time to stop starting up. (You know you need to.)

Time to stop starting up. (You know you need to.)

While I was actually an undergraduate at Georgetown University during the early 1990s, my personal roommate and I also decked out like prostitutes for Halloween. We ordered fishnets, dressed in all of our tightest, sexiest clothing and sauntered around like we were the latest babes alive.

From the that nights fondly, despite the be2 telefoonnummer fact that my personal feminist sensibilities wince slightly today. Read more