One of the thousand micro side effects of my conversion that have quietly revolutionized my life.
My own long and torrid romantic history can attest to this - on my own good days, i chose boys purely on how cute they looked in their varsity soccer jersey. On bad days, on how horrifically they can emotionally abuse me.
So what happened?
Why did someone who spent two years researching queer Asian performance art turn into someone who squeals when she receives an apron from a boyfriend.
majored in Women's Studies