Ode to Caitlin Moran

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She's a feminist, she's a writer, she's a mom, she's real.  She suffers bouts of anxiety, she was a raging pot smoker, she is happily married.  She's been one of the biggest inspirations of my 30's thus far.  This is a little Thank You blog.  Her books have kept me somewhat sane thereby keeping my poor, wonderful new husband sane.  Word up Cat Mo!! You are appreciated!


Check her out HERE.
and HERE
and there (couldn't get the video to come up)
“I smoked a massive amount of marijuana… and then one day I went mad”














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