An Evening With the “Rape Me First, Kill Me Last” Crowd

“Leaving the house was my first mistake.”

That’s an old running gag on my blog (along with “Apartheid: Was it all bad?” and “Journalists: Your moral and intellectual superiors!”). It’s not just that I’m a demi-agoraphobic introvert with palsied social skills. It’s that when I do go out, the “out” I go into is Toronto.

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