Well, I crawled out of my bunker long enough for dinner in Manhattan last night. My bodyguard was busy, so I got up the courage to walk through Penn without him, even after it got dark. And my limo driver was busy, so we took the subway.
But someone my husband knows was unfairly accused in the Duke Lacrosse scandal a while ago. And I a former student of mine committed suicide about 2 years ago after being accused of misconduct after a frat party. And I’m a mom and a teacher, so I care a lot about kids. So I’m a little leary of what can happen at parties with booze if no one has your back. I could go on and on, but I’m afraid that someone is tracking my internet usage.