The $25,000 Smackdown

Two days ago Anna woke me up with a text message: “Happy $25,000 airplane anniversary to the meanest bitch I know,” followed by a bunch of hearts. I laughed.

It was three years ago, on December 30th, what Anna calls New Year’s Adam (because “it comes before Eve,” which I have pointed out sounds a little patriarchal coming from someone who only ever refe…

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