When I was zero days old, and my mother held me in her arms for the first time, I’m sure she thought I was meant for greatness. She was right — of course she was — but I’m confident she didn’t expect her daughter would be sitting at a desk and writing about a deep, seedy shame that she’s only now coming to terms with. New year, new me! Only this time I’m able to say that, yes: I may buy Anthem just because the suits look, kinda, somewhat, attractive. Not like, I’m going to pounce on it and have my way with it, no holds barred kind of thing. That would be, y’know, really … Continue reading Mom, Dad – I Have a Crush on the Anthem Robots