Unfortunately, that’s literally the truth. From the NYT link in Marie’s story:

Black don’t crack.

without the racial, economic, cultural diversity

Why couldn’t they just have done a headshot? You know, where it stops right below the neck? It’s pretty standard portrait technique — just look in your wallet at all those dead presidents (and Hamilton; I’m not rich enough for Benjamins). That would’ve avoided trouble on all sides.

Rhubarb custard cake: https://www.bonappetit.com/recipe/rhubarb-custard-cake

The scene led to her divorce from Joe DiMaggio.

No. “LOVE” became cliche as a victim of its own popularity, but Seward Johnson starts with cliche and goes downhill from there.

I call her Margarine.

Hm. Is this going to spur the, um, contrarian right-wingers to put on masks?

Maybe you can think of it along the lines of Dante’s Inferno, where treachery and fraud occupy the bottom two circles of hell. If your sin is deep enough to land you here, then prison time is justified and deserved.

She worked her low-wage jobs at the height of the late ’90s economic euphoria. Since then, we’ve had the dot-com bust, the Great Recession, and the pandemic. Things are certainly not better.

Barbara Ehrenreich makes the exact same point as you in Nickel and Dimed (p. 202),

Well, Bill was put off by Trump creeping on his daughter. I guess Epstein managed to not commit the same crime.

“Oh the rotisserie!”

Jesus, I thought quinoa whiskey in the first paragraph was a joke. She’s such a parody of herself.

In truth, it was originally targeted at Arizona to deliver its payload of Chinese ballots voting for Biden.

My poem for 2021:

In a further tweet, Space-Track indicated it believe the rocket went down in the Indian Ocean, which...well, didn’t match the predictions.

Last night, I dreamt of getting a haircut (a professional one, not a self-administered abomination). Such is the toll of the lockdown.