Donald Trump is a greedy, bigoted, narcissistic sociopath totally lacking in empathy and intelligence. I’ve read (and heard, if you count audiobooks, and friends who refer to women as

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This is no time to be polite. I’m a deadly serious person. Me with my two-headed duckling, kitschy cowboy shirts, and my collection of 1950s X-rated ashtrays. Yes, it’s

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When I was ten-years-old boobs weren’t yet a thing, but they were still a thing. No one talked about them, but everyone talked about them. Or rather, talked around

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Your brand is a fundamental part of work and life. It has to do with identity, priorities, focus and self-promotion.  That last thing, promoting yourself, is something that people

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Look, I’m just going to say it: Country mice, you’re killing the country. Not sure what I mean? Rural America is fucking up America. (not all of you, but

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I confess: I am a total branding nerd. I love reading about branding, talking about branding, thinking about branding. (I sound super fun, right?) Actually, what I’m really passionate

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  “If a woman tells her story and no one in her government hears her – does her government exist at all? No. Women have no government. We are

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Women – it’s time to stop fucking around. Maybe literally. In the ancient play, Lysistrata, the eponymous heroine persuades Grecian women to stop having sex with men until they

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  I used to really love my country. True, the Founding Fathers’ “We, the people” jam left out almost all of the people. When George Washington was elected in

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Pundits and op-ed pieces implore me to resist…resist getting mired in the intractable tarpit of bipartisanship. They tell me to reach across the aisle, climb inside someone else’s skin,

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