Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of September 19, 2021
Perhaps our obsession with missing and dead white girls is because they often go missing and are killed by white men and we just love looking at ourselves even at our worst. We’re self-obsessed. We are American Psychos.
When Ali, Casey, and I were in college down in central Illinois, we lived in this great place just a block off campus. It was situated at the top of a hill overlooking the town smack dab in the middle of Greek Row, snuggled between the Beta and SAE houses—a modest, three-bedroom house with a front porch and back patio, and yard that made it ideal for barbecues and other themed or not themed parties.