I Made A Reporter Cry

Not on purpose, geez.

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I didn’t mean to! Shit! I was recently contacted by a reporter who wanted to interview me about an essay I wrote called “Enough Already, Where The F*ck Do I Meet My Husband.” Her work will come out in a few weeks and I’ll link you to it, don’t worry. The thing about the work that I do, and I’m pretty sure this is a bad thing, is that it only appeals to people who share my perspective. I get a lot of interest from single women, specifically those who are single much later in life than 90s romcoms said they’d be, but like The Today Show isn’t calling, you know? So on occasion I find myself being interviewed by someone who also genuinely needs to hear what I have to say for their own wellbeing. And then I make people cry on Zoom and I’m sorry.