No Place Like Home

I felt a little bit like Dorothy last week. You know that wide-eyed naive girl from a small town who is flung into a universe filled with society's evils, cast-offs and temptation around every corner.

I crash-landed into an unknown world -- far, far away from the place I call home. Without the braided pigtails and tacky gingham-print apron dress, of course. In the new millennium's Oz, blue plaid is out, but a lap dog close to your side won't cause anyone to raise an eyebrow and deem you tacky -- just yet.

Follow the yellow brick road here!

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