My name is Jeannine Michaelsen. I am a woman. I am 40. I work in television. In this universe I regularly despair of structures, men, women, animal babies, sexism, bad coffee and myself. I also have a child. Self-made and self-fucked up. In between, I still menstruate regularly. When things get really crazy, these things even happen in parallel. How could all this happen, you ask? Rightly so! And, just as important: what all had to happen, and what all couldn't happen, for this to happen? Let's clarify. Intimately. Just you and me. And wine, woman (me), wit and song. And hopefully a few more people, because such a theater is expensive.
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