"Being a woman with any degree of public life in the age of social media is to be constantly sandblasted; you know the sand was always there, but the sheer force and volume with which it hits you isn’t something you can ever get used to. You have to brace yourself to turn on your computer; stepping out your door becomes a thing you have to armor against. Many of them are such small things, but there are so, so many, and there are always more. It’s suggested, often, that women develop thicker skins; before that can happen, of course, the sandblasting would have to stop."
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I want to spend a day in the mind of Neil Gaiman, honestly.
You really don’t. It’s weird in here. Also I think that thing...