Selling Myself Was Easy. Knowing Myself Was the Hard Part.
Selling Lina Macabre? Easy. Give me a script, a target, a tone, a product, a fantasy—done. Telemarketing taught me that your voice can be a knife with lipstick on it.
Selling Lina Macabre? Easy. Give me a script, a target, a tone, a product, a fantasy—done. Telemarketing taught me that your voice can be a knife with lipstick on it.
I was nineteen, freshly out of school, still Lina back then. Blonde, clean blouse, subtle makeup, trying so hard to look like a girl who belonged in the normal world.
Let me start with my signature reality check: "Believe all women" – except when they're lying for clout. And honey, half these hashtag-haloed angels wouldn't know real trauma if it