Holy crap, my former editor isn’t hooking in Sea-Tac. Worse. She’s writing for The Stranger. Though if you make the mistake of clicking this link, you’re going to have to hear about her menstrual cycles. Honey, not only does no one want to hear about what goes on below your neck, no one wants to hear what goes on above it. (But I was right — one way or another, this one was going to end up making a living with her twat.)