'Am I Expecting Too Much From Men?'
A sharp knife weighs in.
Red Hills, Lake George (1927) by Georgia O’Keeffe
Wondering if you could expand on / return to your sharp knife analogy post from The Awl in maybe 2014?
I love that column. Yet I get a little obsessive about figuring out if someone can tolerate my sharp knife-ness… I don’t know. I worry I force it a bit. I worry I get too rigid about this quality…