I just confessed to Noah by e-mail that I’m socially retarded. To continue my coming out, I’ll share what I did a few years ago, the first New Year’s Eve when I didn’t try to pretend I had a social life. What I did was spend a couple of enjoyable hours reading this material right here.

UPDATE: And what I was reading last night, among other things. To care about this controversy, it probably helps to be a copy editor, or what the Brits call “subeditors.”