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I’m thinking apocalyptic cirsumstances, right?

Like, okay, I have – surprisingly! – a few ex-boyfriends who I think would be great at keeping us alive in a post-apocalypse world. I mean that not necessarily in morally virtuous The Road sense – we’re not going to be keepers of the fire,  I would totally eat a person if it came to that – but in a “hoarding all the water and distributing it in exchange for goods and power” sense. I say that with full confidence that they’d find that flattering.

So, in a post-apocalyptic world there are some ex-boyfriends that I’d be very wiling to share a bombed out wreckage palace with. I mean, at that point, I think I’d just be happy that someone I loved was still alive. You have to imagine things got pretty bad. I’d spend a lot of time crying, probably, so I’d have to find some willing to put up with that.

I mean, I guess if it was really, really bad, like no people bad, you’d be willing to live even with a super-shitty ex, because otherwise you’d go all Wittgenstein’s Mistress.

Not that she does not have a charming narrative voice.

Oh, in other news, Hugh Hefner’s ex-fiance Crystal Harris moved back into the Playboy mansion. Huh.