I didn’t have anything to write about today but then my friend Peter was like, “Hey, remember when I took all those semi-nude pics of you and your friends?” and I was like, “You’re gonna have to be way more specific than that, dude” and he was like, “It’s in a book now. Remember? You wrote an essay for it a couple years ago?” and I sort of did, but then I got my copy this week and I read it and it was beautiful. Plus, Peter said I could post my section on the blog, which is nice because I accidentally deleted the post I had for today.
You can check out the book here. It’s full of amazing women from age 35 to 104 without the shields of makeup or accessories or clothes, all talking about what it means to be a woman. Most of them are beautiful and poignant. and nothing like my ridiculousness. I recommend.
PS. I don’t get anything out of this. I just thought it would be fun to do. And it was. Also, I super paraphrased Peter above, because he’s way more professional than I am.