It’s My Oppression and You Can’t Have Any
For Christmas, I got the latest hipster craze: an old-timey retro phone thing that plugs into my smart phone, so that anyone playing “Crazy or Bluetooth?” can feel alive again as they gaze upon my curled cord descending into my purse (Kidding! I don’t have a freakin purse). Some day soon, a friend in need will call on me; I will pick up the headset. “Yessenia, you’re ... »








