When I was in my early 20s, a friend of mine told me she’d gone on a bender. I figured it meant she was getting inebriated for days. She told me, almost with a sense of self-loathing, that it was a bender of the libertine kind. I was amused, slightly fascinated, but mostly unnerved as my home town at that time did not provide a huge pool of pedigreed me…
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