How the holidays became peak gendered labor. (And why I love them anyway.)
Ah, December my old friend.
It’s December. And before I get pulled headlong into the end of the year, I’m pausing here to take stock of what that will entail: the physical and logistical toll, and the mental and emotional one, too.
Every year I have amnesia, and think it will be different. But every year it’s not different.
