Hair, Apparent
I live my life staring at a screen. I'm not complaining. I've chosen to do this. Well, chosen makes it sound less like I ran out of options and panicked. I'm aware everyone else also spends all day staring at a screen as well - like Agnetha sang, "I'm nothing special, in fact I'm a bit of a bore." And when I'm finished for the day, I go into the other room and stare at a bigger screen to relax. Sometimes I go to the cinema and stare at a massive screen for a lovely treat. But the writing screen is the worst one, because a) I have to have an idea, and b) when I dont have ideas, I look at social media. Not to get ideas. I have never had a single idea prompted by social media, it rather seems to suck the ideas right out of your head. But I am fascinated by social media. It's a fucking mess out there. And people do not seem to care. Today, while scrolling a film site, I read the following question: "Why female genitalia in movies is always hai
