Now, I know that A Song of Ice and Fire has gone rather mainstream and de rigueur these days (more on that in one second), so it’s not exactly a radical statement for me to openly read this shit on the bus, but just indulge me in one quick personal moment of liberation. Because do you know what time it is, shame-baby? ABORTION O’CLOCK. Flush. My name is Lindy West, and I will just read whatever I want on the bus.
This whole piece is pretty delightful. AND TRUE.