friendly reminder part of Sady Doyle’s backstory is once for years she put up with this passive-aggressive high school bitch and finally snapped and slammed her head into the lunchroom floor

part of why I can’t give up on her

and now after the feminist blog wave matured all the mutual backslappers and ass-kissers have lanyard tenure and she, who actually judged people on their ideas, is left on the outside

even if she was Erma Bombeck for the Sassy generation no one notices; she writes rote pieces for outlets and then writes pieces for private like “you know as a talented writer I evoke emotion for effect, it’s all just craft”

She has another act left