Unfortunately, I don’t think boneitis will rescue us this time around.

“Take your blessings where you can get them.” Well said! There are plenty of unavoidable miseries in life; save energy for dealing with the serious stuff.

You triggered me.

True story, I dated a guy who lived down the street from the ice cream truck depot in the West Village. Around 5pm, every summer evening, they all roll out as an adorably coordinated sugar-fueled cheer army. The jingles were always delightful because even though they were loud, they just sound like happiness.

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.