I know, I know. It looks like I’m going the wrong way. I drew this on a flight from LA to Honolulu
I’m going on a trip! I’ll take you along for the ride. I’m off to Hungary, Austria, Germany and Holland. So grab your plane socks and moist towelettes, but leave behind the Lonely Planets. You won’t need them. You’ve got me!
A window seat is a must!
*For any lurking ne’er-do-wells, don’t even think about raiding my apartment while I’m gone. It’s full of books. Who needs those anymore? And the fridge is empty. I ate the last olive. Besides, my friend Geoff (who’s as big as a tank thanks to his Bavarian ancestors) is guarding it for me while I’m gone.
looked and acted smart and sassy in them, accomplishing important things despite their trendy wardrobes. Oh, and back then, women didn’t greet each other with “Yo bitch!” But because I’m human, I’m also torn. Should Gloria (below) be organizing a rally for women’s rights AND showing her whites? Does one cancel the other out? Easy answers are hard to come by (grey is the new black). Fast forward: I doubt time will make the antics of the sparkly “Hot Skank” T-shirt set look or seem better than they are. Exhibitionism in and of itself is such a dead-end for women, although try telling that to a young gal who thinks her sex appeal is her only ticket. Looks ARE power. That
won’t change, and it shouldn’t. It’s how you wield it (and come to terms with it) that matter. Obviously, this is a very North American and very privileged take on women’s autonomy, but it’s all I know. I’ve never lived in Afghanistan or been pressured to drop a sheet over my head because my looks and very existence were thought to be a major distraction, at best, or subversive, at worst. In the end, maybe the deepest part of human nature makes us all (women and men) go a little crazy over the effect of women’s attributes. Like 
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