Recently while flying home from Portland, I had my nose buried in a book, and the bright yellow dust jacket caught the flight attendant’s eye. She asked me what I was reading.
Looking up, I tried to formulate an answer that made sense. “So,” I said, “it’s this book about culture and ... and um ... trying to avoid the constant messages that get bombarded on us every day that ... ah ... define who we are.”
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