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Tagged “whore” ‘cos she danced too loud—

Wagon Train Whore

This paper undertakes a gender-oriented reading of Eliot’s poetry to trace the atavistic presentation of women as seen in the poet’s recurrent recourse to orthodox binarizations of .

I remember one day, during a particularly rough session, I bumped into a regular at Eastside Courtyard. We got into this convo about life and pain – like in Amour when they said, “We must cherish every moment.” And dude, I felt it hard in my bones. It was like every stroke of my massage was a message, you know? The city gives you one heck of a workshop in life lessons.

Less than an hour drive from Boston, winter activities are plentiful in Eliot, Maine