This is the 14th essay in the #26essays2017 challenge that I’ve set for myself this year. I’m doing this because I’m the first to admit I’ve become a lazy writer: allowing guest posts and series and cross-posting to make up the bulk of content on The Diane Lee Project across 2016. The brave, fearless writing that readers admired and respected me for has all but disappeared. This year—2017—will be different. I’m reclaiming my voice—my write like a motherfucker voice! After only a few days in Hanoi, it was painfully obvious that I needed to learn Vietnamese. I could say thank you, and hello (learned from
Continue reading...That word. You know the one I mean. See you next Tuesday. Yes. That one. I hate it. There. I’ve said it. I don’t say and I don’t write it. Ever. I don’t like to hear it, and I don’t like to see it written anywhere. Instinctively, I find it abhorrent. I change channels on TV when I hear it and I generally unfollow people on Twitter who use it (where I see it most often, unfortunately). And while most followers agree with me, I have received some criticism from tweeps for this stand, including: women should reclaim the word
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