A memoir piece about being sexually pursued and harassed as a teenager, by an employee of her father’s. She describes the toxic masculinity of the advertising agency in the late 90s so well you can almost smell the place. At times it reminded me of Jill Ciment’s Consent:

Is it scandalous or naïve to say that a teenage girl wields power over a man? That I honed it to get cigarettes and later weed and alcohol, that my friends used men for the same purpose? That I used John, and that at times, I let him use me, too?