I’m going to confess to you, right here and now, that I have done feminism a grave disservice. And I’m a repeat offender. I have used the “I have a boyfriend” excuse to duck, dodge, or deflect unwanted attention. On many occasions. I said it when I was 100% single. And every time I’ve said those words to

I cried like a bitch at the end of The Sessions. This was not a single tear or two. This was full-on heaving, both hands to your head and give it up in a snobby, snotty fit. If you saw the movie, you know why. Because it’s incredibly fucking moving. Because you fall in love