She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.”
In anticipation of being stumble-drunk more than usual in the foreseeable future, I purchased a durable case and screen protector for my phone.
(I bought the phone last summer.)
Objectivity is an alibi for a subjectivity so dominant, so oppressive, it’s invisible.