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Thursday, October 1, 2015
Fielding questions, do you regret it?
Sometimes I feel like attaching myself to an institution is like saying, "I can't make it on my own," but I never tried, and now this rich white dude's name is prominently visible on my cv--and what am I going to do, erase it, no--so I'll never know if I could have done it on my own--whatever that means--but it is somewhat like getting married straight out of high school, which I told myself I'd never do when I assumed "default straight" circa 7 or 8.
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