Ms. Adventures #2: No Sex in The Nazi Room
23 years old. I was drinking in the dark hollow that is the Ken Club. I was adorned in my finest garb, a brown rose pattern sleeveless dress, purchased that afternoon from that most exclusive of boutiques, Ross. I didn’t wash it before wearing it; I have been putting the “ass” in classy since 1984. [...]
NEW COLUMN: Ms. Adventures — Episode #1: Fuck Off, Please
In my early twenties I worked as a server in a restaurant. The majority of our customers were middle-aged men and our staff predominately consisted of young women. This was not a coincidence. For the most part, the customers were respectful. Occasionally, I would get compliments on my “beautiful eyes” and “charming smile.” I thanked [...]
