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A collective conscience knew her body by heart. It had touched it all. It lived in everyone who’d put his hands on her, data sucked up and filed with every squeeze of the shoulder, lingering hug, brush down to the waist, kiss on the cheek,...

First published 21 December, 2011 “You, guy,” he said to my boyfriend across the table. “It’s not fair. You bring this girl here. It’s not fair.” We asked why not. “Because all women who come to conferences should be available,” he replied. Available to him. Throughout...

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