I'll tell you guys about my move to San Francisco in a bit, but I want to address something first.
Last night I had two dreams:
1. I was in the 60's, where a group on men were plotting something sinister. I, a hardcore feminist, pretended to be a bimbo so I could spy on their plans and thawrt them.
2. I stood in front of a mirror, considering whether or not to trim my bangs.
There is SO much to analyze, so much to read into, so much irony to point out, but I hope you get where I'm going with this. In the end, women are multi-faceted, awesome people. Sometimes they are spies, and sometimes they get their hair cut. And sometimes their dreams are REALLY boring.