I know your type. You're female, probably an adjunct or a Phd student, almost certainly in something worthless like critical theory. You're poor, you live in a shitty house (or if a decent place, something that someone else pays for). I met tons of your type when I was a grad student.

But here's the thing:

1. I'm smarter than you.

2. I'm richer than you.

3. I'm more successful than you.

4. I fuck prettier women than you.

I have no need for you. I have no interest in your opinion. I find your pathetic attempts at passive aggressive attacks on the internet amusing, quaint, and even nostalgic. But trust me, the only person who takes you seriously is, well, you.

Merry Christmas. :)