Commentary
In 1998, I moved to Los Angeles, and like many young women, I had dreams of something bigger than the small-town life I had experienced up until then. I had a desire to rebel against my rather strict upbringing in Scranton, Pennsylvania, and my conservative education in rural Virginia. I didn’t want to “go to school, get a job, get married, have kids,” and put them in a nice house with a white picket fence. I didn’t want to shuffle them to soccer practice and dance classes in a Range Rover. How boring. I wanted to be free.
