Maureen Callahan

You guys should really just look at the New York Times piece just for the portraits that accompany this.

This Brit chick, this is our writer here.

She signed off Brit chick, dead on descriptions.

Carol wrote,

smoldering in her apartment, wearing her hipster coat, parenthetical.

Hey man, I'm 62, but I'm still hot.

Razor sharp cheekbones, doubtless purchased at the derm.

You can get, uh,

injections my derm tells me uh in a casual lounge on the expensive sofa wearing the proverbial white tea and jeans cool girl uniform for the ages with her two cats who are perfectly still by the way i bet that took an age to shoot you are right mentioning the cats i'm sorry carol but your felines are no comparison to our beautiful and heroic teddy van halen and daisy

And even more importantly, your cats don't undertake special ops.

That's so funny.

Okay.

Hi, Maureen.

While recovering from a respiratory infection, feel better soon.

I languished in bed and this is such fun hate reading.

I would have done the same.

Analyzed all the scorched earth reviews of Lindy West's latest memoir.

So she pre-ordered the audio version from Audible and we're going to revisit this.

I think I might pair

my current reading of Lindy's memoir, which I kid you not, when I told Marlena this the other day, she was like, I don't believe it.