Agency Shmagency, or why I really couldn’t care less about “the new single womanhood”

While I read Rebecca Traister’s feature on recent memoirs by young, single American women (it’s one everything from the wonderful Carlene Bauer’s Not That Kind of Girl to the upcoming Bitch Is the New Black), I gradually became aware of the fact that I was not alone in the room. There was a persistent, monotoneContinue reading “Agency Shmagency, or why I really couldn’t care less about “the new single womanhood””