Hello friends, and welcome to the second installment of our semi-regular peek behind the curtain of Persephone: it’s time for Editorial Email Theatre. If you missed our premiere, go catch up and we’ll see you soon.
Sally J: Condos are like herpes ““ easy to get, hard to get rid of.
POM: You’d be surprised what expensive shampoo and the occasional spa gift card will get you.
Hattie: I’ll sound the Horn of the Unicorns! Woooooooooooooomp!
SaraB: “¦I’m slightly afraid of the copy editors.
Xfafafabulous: *rattles changesock*
POM: LOVE the OT. It’s probably cheating if I play, right? CHEATING IS A GERUND. NOUNING A VERB WITH -ING.
Hattie: I was that fairy! Where is my glitter wand?
Selena: I think those bastards eat soap.
POM: THAT SUGGESTION IS BAD FOR MY PANTS.
Selena: Fuck pants! Pants are tools of the patriarchy!
SaraB: I get “me” and “my” mixed up a lot. It must be my secret pirate fantasies sneaking through.
Xfafafabulous: SERVER IS DOWN. I REPEAT, THE SERVER IS DOWN. WHERE ARE OUR SERVER UNICORNS?!
Selena: Once, in a fit of hunger, I made a grilled macaroni and cheese sandwich, and it was everything you imagine it can be.
POM: RESPECT RUBY’S AUTHORITAH.
Selena: Even Wonder Woman needs an invisible jet. Dream crusher.
POM: I was trying to sleep in today, but I woke up when [spouse] was yelling at [dog] for walking across the pool cover to go poop.
And, once again, obscenity warning and name removed to protect the guilty:
It was really hard not to tag that with #fuck you with a beard of bees