When I was nineteen, I didn’t have any gigantic teddy bears or rapey duet partners dressed as Beetlejuice. But the apartment did have a Target floor lamp. “Put on some stripper music!” I said. I mean, maybe I said that. I can only remember that night in movie snippets, probably imagined up from bits of […]

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