Thank you, wise and comforting commenters, since I felt pretty shitty when Colliculus got a forwarded reply saying, "If you ever want to get together, you know where to find me" and signed "Regards," indicating the message had been clearly understood.

If nothing else, now you know that if I want to avoid you, there sure as hell won't be any guessing about it.

On a cheerier subject, Ianqui got me to thinking about the many magazines I hate. These include Town & Country, Shape and its evil clones, and New York. Also the Saturday Evening Post -- did you know this publication still exists? Now it is primarily a vehicle for shilling pharmaceuticals to oldsters who get excited about the nostalgia, I guess. The editor is this stick-in-the-mud from Godknowswhere, Indiana, who talks so slow I almost wish he'd hang up on me.

A surprisingly fine piece of journalism is AARP The Magazine. I'm not saying you should trade in Vanity Fair or the New Yorker for it, but considering the source it's quite good. It somehow manages to address topics of interest to my parents' generation without invoking fall holiday decorations, gross medical creams, nostalgia or veiled bigotry. I'll admit, I got sucked in by some of the articles.
 

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