A House With Good Bones

by T. Kingfisher

Ultimately, I’m still just a white woman from the South, with the accompanying combination of hypersensitivity and total obliviousness.

Unfortunately this entirely logical chain of thought meant that from the knee down, I currently resembled a hobbit. (Which I don’t care about, dammit, down with the patriarchy, women shouldn’t have to shave their legs. It was just one more damn thing on top of all the other damn things.)