Monday, September 21, 2015

I forgot...

...I was being filmed for a documentary on rape culture and showed up at work with workout hair and in my non-teaching uniform.



But it was a productive conversation, and I was so outraged by my own talking points that I forgot my customary camera wariness fairly quickly.

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