The Atlantic is clueless

But sadly, they think I’m paid in tens and twenties. What next, will I be taking rolls of quarters? Starbucks gift cards? Appel, please.

Sometimes, I don’t even know if they’re trying anymore. They must be— I have read some wonderful things every now and then. But when you get closer to the edge, you start learning what everything is really made of.

The Atlantic knows I exist (!) @ Nightmare Brunette (Tumblr)