Last night was hot.
Actually, it’s not really so hot. It’s just it’s been an extremely pleasant spring, and I’m not used to more than a mild amount of discomfort.
Still. The point is I didn’t sleep well. And you know the kinds of dreams you have on those nights.
I dreamed about Bert and Ernie. Which probably had something to do with gay marriage. Which I’m all for. Gay people have just as much right to carry out protracted, vicious custody battles over their adopted and AS children as straight people.
No, I’m not bitter. I have never had my heart broken.
If you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you. And some money I need to deposit in your account. I’m also the unrecognized queen of an obscure African kingdom.
But I was saddened about the reaction to this New Yorker cover.
The complaint is that…
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