The North End is known throughout Boston as “Little Italy.” Its streets are lined with restaurants, bakeries, and cafés inspired by the boot-shaped country. It’s the perfect place for a night out with friends, a date, or, in my case, a cannoli.
Why do we police the behavior of women of any kind or anyone more “feminine” than your typical straight-white-cis-dudebro?
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It seems that “witch” is not just a name, but a lifestyle.
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The Lucky Star bus driver was my shrink for the four-and-a-half hours of the trip.
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It’s funny what we come up with when we don’t understand, but it is even funnier to see how much we didn’t know before we had “the talk.”
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