The usual anxieties of a twenty-seven year old in a world where equal rights are combined with a desire to be paid for, and the search for self is through hats, pancakes and Thai monasteries. Feminism is not an ideology here, but an excuse to talk about how fatigue with life makes gender roles and family scripts confusing. Between philosophy and everyday absurdities, this is an attempt to maintain a modicum of comfort in the chaos of modernity.
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