instruction manuals, labels, clothing. Everyone’s a writer. And while some of my friends have jobs in an office, others are busy nannying or pulling shots of espresso, there seems to be an overwhelming level
I used to sell jewlery at a high-end retailer and I can’t tell you how many white women would come in, ask to see a pair of chandelier earrings, put them in their ears, and then ask “Do I look like Beyonce?” If I had a dime for every time I had to hear this . . . L...