I remember that performance like it was yesterday.
I felt a swell of pride as I executed the show exactly as I had practiced it so many times before. Afterwards, a wave of applause erupted from 1,500 adoring fans. I felt like I had finally made it.
It was my ballet recital, and I was six.
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Autumn in Chicago can be hard on a Basic Bitch. Society tries to convince us that we’re the only ones who love cozying up with a pumpkin spice latté and our favorite Charlotte Brontë novel. So I’ve decided to make a list of the top 6 things us Basic Bitches are looking forward to this season in the hopes that we can all unabashedly enjoy them together.
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We have to stop giving serial killers what they want.
As a self-certified armchair detective, I believe I’ve pinpointed a major flaw in the system that’s essentially rewarding serial killers for their monstrous deeds. Our problem is once we catch serial killers, the media covers their stories with a sick fascination that borders on reverence. We give them exotically terrifying monikers like Jack The Ripper, The Killer Clown, The Werewolf of Wysteria, The Night Stalker. We describe them as ‘evil geniuses’ who ‘managed to elude the police for decades,’ further glorifying them. We romanticize their horrific crimes in graphic detail, enabling them to relish in reliving the feeling of gratification from taking a life.
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