Isn’t that like the bare minimum of respect boundaries? It’s always the little things that make the asshole, IMO.

Oh hun, I know how it feels! All the hugs :(

You do you, girl! The New Yorker is lucky to have you, and no doubt your writing and ambition will carry you far! Best of luck in your new endeavours, I am one of the lucky ones that will get to keep reading you :)

I hear you, and even though I am no one to you, you have my respect for your bravery, and my admiration for surviving both the assault and the abuse after. Feel the anger you (need to/can’t help but) feel. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s wrong, or feel like you have to apologise for it. You were failed, and that leaves…

yes, and that is *you*. You cannot magically extrapolate that all others apply the same wording conventions you do.