Recently, I’ve come to know and love a dear, sweet neighbor of mine named Katie Blair. She is an activist, a feminist, and an all-around fun spirit. One of the first times we hung out, she said the following sentence:
“So, my boyfriend was dressed as a clown, and I convinced myself he was going to kill me by reenacting the final scene of Scream with his roommate, and the only thing I could think of to stop him from killing me was to have sex with him.”
As if that wasn’t enough, she makes and sells crocheted vaginas. For real.
What’s not to love?!