Writing for the box spring

(or, f*ck that noise)

Lately, I’ve been feeling kind of rough. In what was already a series of bumpy personal life moments, last week’s news cycle hit me especially hard. I was angry when I learned that a deaf theatergoer had been humiliated by an actor who stopped the show multiple times to scold her for “recording,” when in reality she had been using a handheld captioning …