On Monday, Mallory took out Jonathan Franzen. We will say nothing else about Monday in deference to the memory of Jonathan Franzen.
On Tuesday, Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman got busy, and Rainbow Rowell spoke out against censorship.
Wednesday, the fashions of Fight Club were explored, as were the multitudinous sins of the apple.
Thursday brought us an ambitious plyometric workout and a impassioned analysis of slash.
And, lastly, on Friday we loved banned books, mourned Go Ask Alice, and retired to our bunk.
Tags: meta, second time around, toast points, toast posts of note
I have spent a lot of time this week deriving significant pleasure from the knowledge that I have never and will never have sex with Jonathan Franzen, for which can only say, most heartily: thank you.
There are no apple sins. This is treason.