The Savage Girl by Alex Shakar has incited some sort of hidden rage in me. About marketing and advertisements, about fashion and labels, about the very nature of people in general. Last night as Dhara and I sat by the window at the Mudhouse and watched the Cinco de Mayo aficionados saunter drunkenly by, I was half tempted to run outside and
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