EXPLORING THE HOT, HONEST CONTINENT IN BAUDELAIRE’S “LA CHEVELURE”
By Anne Babson
I was a lonely, angry punk-rock teen. I felt misunderstood, perhaps more so than the other tenth grade girls did. I got in trouble frequently for my bomber jacket, my torn-up prom dresses, and my sna…
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