I keep returning home to my childhood bed. I keep returning home to be happy

On a recent Saturday night, I spent an hour lecturing some poor man about gender politics — it wasn’t my fault!

He said he wasn’t a feminist and I took it as my mission to convert him — have you accepted Feminism as your personal saviour yet? — because I was both exceedingly drunk and exceedingly opinionated which is always an interesting combination.

Finally (probably to shut me up) he made his move.