SwitchWitch or at least that is how Stephanie wants to think of herself, is staring in to the mirror. She is not looking at herself, no, she is watching her Agent device interface with the smart glass, showing her the look options she has for the day. Images are flitting in and out of existence,…
I was struggling with a way to start this essay off in a manner that would be attention grabbing yet profoundly interesting. I hemmed and hawed about inflammatory language and incendiary rhetoric. I wiffle waffled on self disclosure and a gotcha moment. I even considered throwing in some celebrity nudes I bought from a Russian…