Hey Liz, what the hell happened to you, superstar? I mean, after college and San Francisco and red hair and being cool, and what?

From the Inter Net:

Hammond and her team visit schools to discuss with young people
how to negotiate such matters as saying no when under pressure
(for boys as well as girls), and how to learn to listen to their
own instincts about a situation. "Is this a yes feeling or a no
feeling?" she encourages them to ask. Young women in particular
"are trained to believe that people who love them will do them no
harm".

Did You Know? Liz Hammond's father was a professor of English. That's pretty neat Status: Found?

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I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth— Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth— A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall?— If design govern in a thing so small.