Sometimes I Say I’m Married, Sometimes I Pretend I’m Not
This summer, I went on two very different reporting trips. One was to Austin, Texas, where I mostly hung out with conservative, Christian, stay-at-home PTA moms. Seemingly the only thing I, a 30-year-old lefty feminist from New York City, had in common with these women was the fact that we were married. One casual mention of my husband and they “got” me. In their eyes, … Continue reading Sometimes I Say I’m Married, Sometimes I Pretend I’m Not