Fart Sniffing Feminist
Amanda pulled shut the door of the crammed, tiny office used by the campus Gender Equality and Activism club, and locked it. She turned — then jumped, nearly dropping her keys. Mark was standing there, just a little too close, right inside her personal space. ‘Oh, sorry,’ he said, smiling apologetically, although not backing up. Amanda sidled around her ex-boyfriend. ‘Can I help you?’ ‘Yeah, listen,’ he said. ‘I know you’re still mad at me…’ She started striding toward the decades-old...