The People We Choose not to Like: My Clique/Click Moment
I don’t get zombies or reality housewives from any county. Mariah Carey irks me, and I can’t say why. I don’t like the pretty young grocery clerk, the one who’s too friendly to my husband. She imagines I’m invisible. Clearly, I’m not. Maybe it’s my age, maybe my area, but I find myself growing less…