Sinead O'Connor's Catholic journey: the worst of both worlds

In October 1996, I found myself in a seminar group with Sinéad O’Connor. My name then was O’Neill, and the alphabet had lumped us together long before any other identity group had a chance to. I was looking forward to hearing what she had to contribute—and not at all dreaming about shaving my head, becoming…
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