What Kind of F***ery is This?

Picture it: Charlotte, North Carolina. The median years in the first decade of the new millennium. Young and eager, I sit in a conference room with mismatched office chairs in various degrees of hard plastic. It’s the yearly newspaper brainstorming session, and ideas for cover stories and articles are ricocheting about the table. “What about … ” a voice says from the sidelines, “a story on gold-diggers? There are SO many of them trying to steal our boys. I see them. I know them.” Read More What Kind of F***ery is This?