January 9, 2012
This is an accessory owned by my mother! Put it on and you’re instantly transformed into a Bob Fosse Lady: brewing coffee becomes a jazz-handed affair, reading the New York Times must be done aloud and in song. Why even now, I’m typing with my computer placed coyly between my spread-open legs, pressing the keys one at a time and snapping twice between each letter.

This is an accessory owned by my mother! Put it on and you’re instantly transformed into a Bob Fosse Lady: brewing coffee becomes a jazz-handed affair, reading the New York Times must be done aloud and in song. Why even now, I’m typing with my computer placed coyly between my spread-open legs, pressing the keys one at a time and snapping twice between each letter.