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396 pages, Hardcover
First published June 7, 2022
"Hair has no gender, darling. It’s just hair."
'This House Believes That TJ Powar can be her hairy self, and still be beautiful.'
"Because what they really mean is you can be hairy, but not too hairy. You can be fat, but only this fat. You can have flawed skin, but only by this much. Et cetera. And we call that revolutionary, but we’re still comparing everyone to the exact same ideals, only looser."
"Her body is just that. A body. It lasts only a moment, but it’s magic."
This House Believes That TJ Powar can be her hairy self and still be beautiful.
Her eyes travel back to his. She likes what she sees in his gaze. It's not the way Liam ever looked at her, like he couldn't help himself because she was hot. Charlie doesn't look at her like she's hot. He looks at her like he thinks she's weird, and he likes it. A lot.
In true Charlie fashion, Charlie takes the suggestion to wax his legs with enthusiasm.
"Because he was my best friend," he retorts, finally looking up to glare at her. "He's in every childhood memory I have. But he-he-he-he changed, and I didn't know how to let him go."
"Fine. I was just trying to check in on you, but I guess I'm not welcome."
Simran exhales slowly. "I didn't say that. I'm just tired of you trying to work out your own issues on me."
"What?" TJ snaps. "I don't even know what you are talking about."
They tell us we have to do it, because they need us to feel like shit about ourselves to make money. And we just listen to them." TJ can feel herself getting angry. "But you know what? I'm done buying into corporate bullshit."
"Leave her alone, sweetheart." He gives TJ a thumbs-up. "I think you look great."
TJ beams. Finally, support from somewhere. Even if it's from the man wearing his shirt inside out.
"Yeah. I'm sorry to cut this short."
Then he pulls an actual tie out of his bag and drapes it over his shoulders. She would make fun of him for having an emergency tie, but she's too riveted by his deft fingers. He stares into space as he smoothly waves a Windsor knot. She looks away and wishes the librarian would turn down the thermostat.