I love where I live. This is the place that, years ago, was dubbed "Lesbianville, USA" by the National Enquirer. The history of this place is feminist and progressive and anti-racist, and I love that about it. It's a good place, from a political point of view.
But it's also rather wooly. My little village was even based around the spinning of silk. Of course Webs is in my backyard, much to the detriment of my bank account. I'm even convenient to Springdelle Farm and a local group of Tibetan Buddhists raising yaks for fiber. If the public transport was a bit better, I'd say it was the perfect place for me, but we can work with that.
Today's paper proved Noho's profound wooliness, however. Stephanie's visit rated front-page news.
Priorities. I guess we're staying.
PS: Don't worry, I'm not too freaked out about the singles. I've already wound them off, though I haven't counted yet. Nothing snarled too impossibly. See?