September 2011
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When You're the Kind of Person Who Makes Metaphors...
My flat iron broke right before my 34th birthday, which made me start to rethink my entire life. I usually don’t get too riled up about piling on another year, but the fitzing out of my most prized beauty tool was somewhat of a PTSD trigger, a flashback to a time when said straightener was bait in a slippery-slopey path to a strange-sort of adulthood.
See, when I turned 30, my boyfriend...
