I had a minor setback to my entire women’s liberation thing this past Sunday, which is a shame because I was really on a roll for a while there. I think I have done an admirable job of piecing and fixing and maintaining things in this apartment since I moved in October, but there are just some things I have no talent or knack for. I am completely lost when it comes to nuts, bolts, drills, and screwdrivers (unless we’re talking vodka and orange juice). [Read more...]