Not Again: Writers Becoming Their Own Villains
I have a cat. Her name is Lily. She was part of a litter named after Harry Potter characters, which means technically she’s Lily Potter. However, now when people ask where name comes from, I tell them she’s named after a side character from the raunchy gay rom-com series, Eating Out, who is a trans woman in the movies. It’s a stupid lie, because it doesn’t matter. My cat certainly doesn’t care, but it feels good to tell. When I…