When I was an undergrad running with the jazz boys, no one wanted to sleep with me. …Yeah, I didn’t know how to start this one, either. For all my work addressing sexual assault, I actually don’t spend all that much time dealing with sex. (I tend to leave that
Read MoreI have always been jealous of my male friends in the jazz world. Not because of their skill or their musicality—though I admire that also—but because of their freedom to focus on the music first and foremost. It’s a tricky concept and often difficult to explain, but today, I’m going
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