Just go ahead and stop looking straight into my soul, BABY.
Oh, fine. Just a peek.
Whatever, look at the whole thing.
Here, actually, you can have my soul.
Do you want it gift wrapped?
I’ll carry it out to the car for you.
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the smell of my desperation has become a stench
Heather B. Armstrong
Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.
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