A Brief Love Letter to the Fallen Shrew: Get the Hell Up

Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she horrible?

There’s always a “big moment.”

Maybe, it happens during a date in your early twenties. You’ll have wandered off to look at an exhibit that may, generously, be called “The Little Sculptor Who Could and Did Not.” At some point, you’ll find your suitor du jour sulking at the gift…