My blog editor burst into my office, fear on her face.
“Are you trying to destroy your blog?” screamed Sophia. “The blog we’ve been working so hard to build into an empire?!”
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Look at your last couple of posts. First you encouraged women to write pornographic comments on your posts.”
“Big deal. So we lost a couple of prudes.”
“Then you practically called all your French-born readers a bunch of anti-Semites.”
“Yeah, they can stick some Freedom Fries up their ***!”
“You need to start writing some positive feel-good material.”
“I wrote yesterday about how wonderful you were in your gig on NBC’s “Windfall.”
“And look what happened? Your site crashed for half the day. No one read the post for twelve hours!”
“I’m sure those who missed it are going to go back and read it today.”
“Whom are you kidding? NO ONE ever goes back and reads a day-old post.”
As a former amateur child magician, I am always prepared with a trick.
“Uh… say… uh… hey… how about we go buy you some new shoes?” I said with a smile.
“Yes. Some Crocs.”
“Yes, I hear that they are the most comfortable shoes around. All the women are talking about it.”
“Since when do you know about women’s shoes?”
“Come on, let’s go buy a pair!”
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