“We haven’t had time to talk about the world going ‘Handmaid’s Tale…'”
It’s a perfect summer Saturday night on the steps of the Cleveland Museum of Art. It’s been two years since the last Summer Solstice — one of those “must attend” events for the city’s bourgeois and bourgeois-adjacent — and when I see all the “Solstice was amazing!!!” photos Sunday morning, I will frown in confusion because the party I attended was pretty, but pretty forgettable.
I don’t want to talk about this here. To be honest, I don’t want to talk about it at all. But this is a thing my BFF and I do. It’s what happens when a bond is forged in four years of Mass Media Communications courses. Sharpening our mental blades with each other is a love language.
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