Oh, hi. Haven’t heard from you in about six months. Remember? You needed a favor and I said sure, no problem and then I asked about your husband and your kids and how your life has been because we hadn’t talked in a while and you wrote back and gave me a Christmas newsletter’s worth of information about your family but you never asked about me or my kids or my life. But I wrote back to you anyhow and commented on how much your kids have grown and you never wrote back. But a while later you did send me a DM on twitter asking me to pimp something for you and I did it immediately because that’s what I do. And then I asked how the kids were doing in school and you never answered me. Then last week out of nowhere you replied to something I said on twitter and you mentioned in that tweet that thing you do every year that you need publicity for and I knew it was that time again when you would write me an email and ask me to spend a few days or weeks or whatever helping you spread the word so of course you contact me now and pretend to be anything other than a former very close friend who falls off the face of the earth until she needs something. And you know what? Not this year. I’m not doing it. I’m not. It’s not your cause. It’s you. Your cause is worthy and there are a million other ways for me to bring attention to it without giving publicity to your specific contribution to the cause. So, no. I’m not going to put it on my tumblr. I’m not going to retweet you. I’m not going to pimp your site. Because what will happen is we will banter about it while the fund raising is going on and you’ll act like we are still great friends and we’ll laugh about old times and you’ll tell me about your life and your trials and tribulations and successes and your adorable children and never once will you ask about me or my family or my life. That hurts. And it’s bullshit. So I’m not going to do it. I’m going to say no this year. There are a lot of good people out there raising money for good causes. I’ll be glad to give them some publicity. But I’m going to ignore your predictable request this year. Sorry.