A Daily Reid: No, Erika ... You can't touch my hair

Charlie Kirk's widow is on a strange and seemingly endless media tour, and somehow I'm a part of it

Being a public person is strange in so many ways. You’ve constantly got to remind yourself that the person running up to you at the airport is not some person you knew at school or who you used to work with whose name you’ve somehow forgotten. You actually don’t know them at all. They just know you. Even stranger: people who don’t know you at all hate y…