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Oh, crap. Thanks, Alison. Another show it seems I’m destined to watch, even though I can’t keep up with everything on my list as it is.

My late wife was the only woman I ever knew who was self-confident enough to explain “the female gaze” to me. She was an artist who worked in encaustic painting. Her gaze was focused and driven, and I’m blessed it once landed on me.

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