Her Squeakness is looking at an empty (or one-third empty) larder in the near term. Also, Erin sat down and told some serious stuff today. What with the way I poke fun at the chat shows and their endless string of woe-is-me guests, I spoze it would seem likely to some readers that I'd wax waggish on this, too--
--Except, y'see, there is a way big difference between making the sob-sister circuit and doing what Erin did, which is to find some way to hack some kind of modus vivendi, have at it, and user-mod it when it became a barrier to meeting friends in the real world. That there's actually admirable. Discomfiting? I'd be lying if I didn't admit to a little. Nobody ever promised life would be without its awkwardnesses* and it is precisely for such moments that the human race evolved manners. Y'know, graciousness? Treating folks decent because it is the done thing? And that is what I advise and expect in this instance. I'm standin' with her, and y'all can at the very least stand by politely. Nota bene, y'hear?
* Awkwardities? Also, I might be a bit fretted I'll fumble a pronoun but Erin's got to get up and face the world through askew prounounage et cetera et ali, each and every damn day. It cain't be no fun, McGee.
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