Saturday night; raucous laughter and the clipped, rapid sound of footsteps, accompanied by a flash of headlights as the PVTA B43 passes by my first-floor window. It’s 9:30 p.m. and I am holed inside my room, blue light radiating from my computer screen and burning the words from my Gender, Law and Policy reading onto the backs of my retinas.
Posts tagged as “satire”
Picture me, in 2019, sitting on a couch at some UMass guy’s house while a party slowly died around me. I only came to this…