Still SEXY? Kind of…
About six months ago, after a day of repetitive tasks (emailing, eating, eliminating, trying to remember something I’d forgotten, audibly sighing whenever one of my children came near me, eating), I flopped onto the couch, opened my laptop and considered my options.
I am both at an age and within an epoch that demands nostalgia. My hunch is that it’s more than the normal mid-30’s kind of nostalgia where you find yourself digging out old Liz Phair albums and wondering if you kept that Standard Issue cardigan somewhere… I suspect it’s
