Jesus wept

But don’t you care about how I feel?”

And Abraham, Mohammed, and Buddha, and if you care about your country, you will, too.

Millenial writer loses it when her editor/boss insists that “hamster” is not spelled “hampster”.

“But that’s how I’ve always spelled it! That’s how I want to spell it!”

To get the full flavor of this incident and to reach the nadir of despair, you must, I say must, read the whole thing. Snippet:

Bonus track: here is what’s promised to be (I didn’t check) a one-hour continuous loop of Miss Skeeter Davis playing the perfect song for this young lady and any of her fellow college graduates who suffer a deep, personal catastrophe such as this. Go into a softly-lighted safe space, cuddle a fluffy, and hit “play”.