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What a strange little coterie we have here. Do you sourpusses lie in wait? Is bitching about first-person stories a nationally recognized sport or something? I'm reminded of a great line about people who go out to dinner looking forward to the possibility of being disappointed.
Or maybe Salon used to run a lot of socialistic, take-your-medicine, strident diatribes against middle-class women, and you're all waiting forlornly for the Che T-shirt brigade to come marching back, not realizing there's a whole big Internet out there ready to give you your oatmeal-colored jollies?
Salon, this is the kind of story I read and actually pay for. Intensely personal, thoughtful, erudite with a twist. Please keep doing what you're doing.