I had never heard of Ellen Ternan, but I just looked her up. She was 27 years younger than Dickens. Her next great love was 23 when she was 37, but she passed herself off as 23 as well, not sure how convincingly.

Full sincerity here; we’ll miss you and your writing here. I’m continually sad to see so many brilliant writers leaving this place, but I understand. It’s tough watching this place get slowly defanged and made increasingly mainstream and Voxian, but damn if you all aren’t magnificent at what you do.

The middle Barbie looks like an Amber Rose doll. It’s really pretty.