Dear Ira,

Someone asked me over formspring if I really didn’t care what people thought of me. And for the most part, I don’t. I think you have to have a thick skin to write letters on the internet to an intellectual icon who will never write you back.

But that kind of is bullshit, isn’t it Ira? I mean, I care what my boss thinks of me, she pays me. I care what my fiance thinks of me, he is going to marry me. The list goes on and on.

But for the general public, I could care less. My fiance has a saying “Never mistake sarcasm for intelligence.” He’s right too. I often do just that.

Sarcastically and unintelligently yours,

Enna