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I Think What Can Be Most Shameful Or Embarrassing Is When Our Bodies Broadcast A Secret We'd Prefer No One To Know. This Is Why I Hate Rashes, In Particular Face Rashes.

I Have A Daughter Who, When Younger, Possessed No Barrier Between Her Emotional Self And The Outside World. Her Emotional Insides Spilled Out All Over, And, Especially When I Was Sleep-deprived And Probably A Little Paranoid, This Really Threatened Me. It Was As If She Were Embodying And Expressing The Insecurities And Freaked-outedness I Never Express, And Which I've Learned Over The Years To Keep Hidden.

Like Semmering Academy, The Grove School Was A Gothic Pile Of Bricks Run By 1950s-era Chalk Drones, Which Maintained Its Cultural Viability By Perpetuating A Weirdly Seductive Anxiety Throughout Its Community. Mary Herself Was A Victim Of The Seduction; Despite The Trying And Repetitive Emotional Requirements Of Her Job, She Remained Eternally Fascinated By The Wicker-thin Girls And Their Wicker-thin Mothers, All Of Them Favoring Dark Wool Skirts And Macintoshes And Unreadably Far-away Expressions; If She Squinted, They Could Have Emerged Intact From Any Of The Last Seven Decades.

Sometimes It Can Be Useful To Read Your Bad Reviews.

I've Always Said That You Were Too Smart To Have A Profession. Smart People Are Hopeless In The Face Of Anything Actual. They Are Terrible Cooks. They Cannot Dress Themselves. They Are Children Who Need Guidance And Protecting.