A roll of the dice. Voila! I am here. I glance in my looking glass. There, I appear. Every part perfect, as it should be. So Whose Rules are judging the beauty of me...These rules make me groan. And I'm not alone. But could it be possible they are my OWN? Am I complicit in not speaking out against the injustices that Whose Rules tout? What if it's worse! And the game master's me? Am I a reflection of all that I see in magazines, internet, and on TV?...Then the fix starts with me.
Excerpt from WHOSE RULES?, THE BOOGLE BLOGS, WGAW # 1996065
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