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Henderson and Brodeur Part III

The last installment of Susan's interview with Adrienne Brodeur is live now.

Susan Henderson: Is there a way to answer this that won't get me in trouble? OK. At the risk of sounding incredibly sexist, here goes: At one point in time - many, many, many years ago - following a particularly unsuccessful romantic weekend at a rustic cabin in the woods (yes, Chapter 3 is slightly autobiographical), a certain boyfriend of mine showed himself to be rather incompetent in the realm of the masculine arts: he couldn't build a fire, practically leapt into my arms at the hoot of an owl, and (the kicker) didn't know where to place the cables to jump start our car when the battery died. So, had you asked me that weekend if I thought an actual Man Camp was a good idea, I'd probably have given a resounding: YES!

I adore Adrienne, don't you? And I adore Sue, of course. But you probably already knew that. Listening to “Ruby” by Apples in Stereo from the album Her Wallpaper Reverie on

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