To the girl on the link this morning: You sat next to me at Mountlake Terrace and started doing your make-up, banging your brushes around, and getting powder mostly on you. Fine, live your truth. Check your look with some selfies. But when you started shaking an aerosol can of hairspray? Dry shampoo? Whatever the fuck it was, I was too shocked. There was no way, I naively thought to myself, that you have the audacity to spray a can of hairspray on a packed train at rush hour.Â
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