I laugh a little, because I always laugh when someone talks about farting or peeing and she just mentioned both. And also because Ally, the physical therapist who I just met, is staring at my lady parts. I tense my pelvic floor muscles while she watches. I feel like I am winking at a stranger. With my vagina.
Miley Cyrus didn't kill them. The Zoo Festival didn't kill them. But our society, which glorifies the use of drugs and alcohol and stigmatizes addiction and even recovery -- that expends outrageous amounts of energy on shaming Miley Cyrus while ignoring many of the issues worth getting upset about -- does play a part