Why newspapers are illin'

They bury the lede. How can someone who has developed butt calluses and a mouseball-curved forefinger from an obsession with the internets only recently have discovered Dick Cavett's blogging? Here he's saying so much better what I've been ranting about for years now: Familiarity breeds complacency. In extreme cases, one day a girlfriend refuses to exit the bathroom and two years later the toilet seat embedded in her flesh looks perfectly normal. More routinely, one fat kid gets cast in a commercial and before you know it Husky is the new Size 2.

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