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I've been adding all these blogs to my RSS feed that have stuff about baking and knitting and Farmer's Markets and other shit that I've never been interested in before.
I guess that terrifying "biological clock" thing finally started ticking maybe, or maybe I'm just not so ashamed to be female anymore now that I don't share a home with a walking shitstorm of grotesque associations between femininity and weakness.
Or I'm doing that thing that all women my age do who drop out of college and realize they're not good at anything and they're too fat to become strippers.
I guess that terrifying "biological clock" thing finally started ticking maybe, or maybe I'm just not so ashamed to be female anymore now that I don't share a home with a walking shitstorm of grotesque associations between femininity and weakness.
Or I'm doing that thing that all women my age do who drop out of college and realize they're not good at anything and they're too fat to become strippers.