I was never very good at being an object.
At first, my failure was aesthetic. There is a photo of me in my parents’ old albums, aged eleven and three quarters, standing in the front garden on my first day of high school; all uneven white socks, protruding front teeth and plastic-framed glasses, my oversized school uniform keeping my baby fat at bay.
It was around the same time that I received my first cat call. Taking my dog to the park one afternoon, some older teena…
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I don’t necessarily agree with everything I say. – Marshall McLuhan
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