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Nobody Ever Asks A Man How He Gets Stuff Done. Nobody Asks A Man How He Finds Balance.

Calling A Show A 'guilty Pleasure' Is Like Saying 'i'm Embarrassed To Say I Watch It But I Can't Stop.' That's Not A Compliment.

I Don't Know If Anyone Has Noticed But I Only Ever Write About One Thing: Being Alone. The Fear Of Being Alone, The Desire To Not Be Alone, The Attempts We Make To Find Our Person, To Keep Our Person, To Convince Our Person To Not Leave Us Alone, The Joy Of Being With Our Person And Thus No Longer Alone, The Devastation Of Being Left Alone. The Need To Hear The Words: You Are Not Alone.

There's A Reason I Said I'd Be Happy Alone. It Wasn't 'cause I Thought I'd Be Happy Alone. It Was Because I Thought If I Loved Someone And Then It Fell Apart, I Might Not Make It. It's Easier To Be Alone. Because What If You Learn That You Need Love And Then You Don't Have It? What If You Like It And Lean On It? What If If You Shape Your Life Around It And Then It Falls Apart? Can You Even Survive That Kind Of Pain? Losing Love Is Like Organ Damage. It's Like Dying. The Only Difference Is Death Ends. This, It Could Go On Forever.

This Moment Right Here, Me Standing Up Here All Brown With My Boobs And My Thursday Night Of Network Television Full Of Women Of Color, Competitive Women, Strong Women, Women Who Own Their Bodies And Whose Lives Revolve Around Their Work Instead Of Their Men, Women Who Are Big Dogs, That Could Only Be Happening Right Now.