The Slowest Game of Chicken
Only a special kind of privilege picks a fight with a sled
There was a Susan in my sled-pushing path at the gym yesterday.
Or a Karen. A Betty? Perhaps a Penelope. Maybe a Monica.
The kind of person who doesn’t understand that everything and everywhere is not…
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