I remember sitting in his office and feeling my jaw clench. He was walking me through, once again, everything that had gone wrong. Who had shut him out. Who had said what. Who was making his work impossible. In his telling, every problem started with someone else. And my body was having none of it. My chest tightened. My heart picked up speed. I could feel myself bracing, the way you brace before an argument. On the outside, I was nodding along professionally. On the inside,

My favorite scene in the Barbie movie is America Ferrara's monologue. Her character, Gloria, deftly points out the many contradictions...

Sometimes I feel like Winnie the Pooh. One arm wrapped around my body with my other hand tapping my head saying, "Think, think, think."...