First Person Singular by Wendy Braitman

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On the Rag

October 5, 2010 ⋅  Email This Post ⋅  Print This Post ⋅ Post a comment

I love babies as much as the next woman. Well, maybe not exactly as much. But I truly get their appeal. It’s just that lately, I feel surrounded by them, and it’s making me grouchy. Or maybe, I’m grouchy because of the old lady who hit my car on the freeway 10 days ago, and the mounds of paperwork, and wasted hours on the phone with my insurance company that have been the result. Or maybe it’s the unexpected gloomy weather in L.A. that I am not logistically or emotionally prepared for. (Gotta get my boots from the attic.) Or is it simply a matter of not enough sex?

Image: Paint on Rag, 1999, from Absolute Sellout

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